I took the sheets out of the dryer and but could only find two of the three dryer balls. I figured it was stuck in the sheets which I didn’t fold but placed in a pile on the bed.
Later when I came in the house from my studio I found the dryer ball.
But Bud found it first.
He was in the process of spreading it into short strands of wool. At the center was still a golf-sized ball of Issachar’s felted wool.
Sure I was pissed at Bud. But I also understand how irresistible those dryer balls must be to him. All soft like a small animal and smelling like sheep.
What else could he do?