‘Hello Clean. Have you still got that jacket I lent you?’
‘Here it is.
I washed it because it was Grimy.’
‘It’s supposed to be Grimy.
It’s my jacket.
I am Grimy.
I have a Grimy jacket.’
‘Well I am Clean,
But that does not necessarily mean my jumper has to be Clean.’
‘Is it though?’
‘Now my Grimy jacket is a Clean jacket.
You may as well keep it.’
‘Oh, I couldn’t.’
‘Why ever not?’
‘Because it is your jacket and you are My Friend.
And it’s too small.’
How could this be?
I am much larger and grimier than you.
And it is my jacket.’
It shrunk in the wash.
I tried to make it Clean.’
‘I carefully wove you a Replacement Coat, but accidently threw it out with
As it largely resembled The Rubbish.
Once I realised, time had passed.
Garbage Man was cradling it like a newborn child.’
‘That’s very thoughtful of you all the same, Clean.
Weaving Is Difficult.
I will wear this Small, Clean jacket every day to remind me of you
As we will no longer be Friends because you shrunk my jacket.’
(Closing of Velvet Curtains)