The pincushion was stuck, unable to exploring because of the responsibilities it held.
If it left, who would gather all the pins in one place?
Who would keep the needles from slipping away to hide in the carpet?
No, the pincushion couldn't leave.
So project after project came and went, the pincushion there through them all.
Needles could break.
Pins could bend.
But the pincushion sat firm through it all.
One day, maybe, it would have the chance to rest.
When that day came, the pincushion could finally go out and see the world outside of the craft room.
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