nough to appreciate it.  she replied in her twangiest east Texas drawl.
"Huuuhhh,  I sighed. "Are we ever gonna git out of her? I wanna go outside and play! 
"Would you like to learn to crotchet?  she asked, unbeknown to me was her plot to keep me quiet and entertained for the deration of our stay in the hole. "Here, I have a bigger needle and some blue yarn you can use. I'd like you to make be a pot holder. 
"A pot holder, I don't know how to make a pot holder!  I did not want to make a pot holder, crocheting was for old people.
"Now looki here.  She began, handing me the needle and yarn, "Ya take it and tie yer knot around the needle like this here. Ya see?  She wrapped and tied the yarn in one quick motion, it was like a magic trick, and I was astounded. "Now, you watchin child?  She knew how easily distracted I could be, even by just the imaginary dust floating in the air. But her sorcery with that needle and yarn had my full attention. "Now ya take yer thread and make a loop, like this. Then put the needle throug...