RICARDO KOAGURA

I L L U S T R AT I O N S R A RO D E O L I V E I R A
RICARDO KOAGURA

I L L U S T R AT I O N S
RARO DE OLIVEIRA
The ball of Spending his days between
yarn led a a lady with skillful hands,
peaceful life a cat and tangled wool
at the woolen strings, the ball of yarn was
clothing store. constantly turning into
coats, socks and scarves.
Sometimes he felt
like traveling around
the world, but fear
would make him
give up and stay put.

Every time that

happened, it made
him feel utterly
unhappy.
However, all he
needed to feel
happy again was
to play with his
friend, the cat.
The ball of yarn dreamt
of being free just like the
cat, who used to come
and go at will.
One day, the ball
of yarn gathered
enough courage
and rushed out of
the store without
looking back.
At the beginning, He didn’t imagine that the
everything seemed strange. world was so big and hectic.
The lady with skillful hands, the
cat and the other balls of yarn
didn’t understand why he had
left in such a hurry, without even
saying goodbye.
But the ball of yarn
kept running and
running. He was in
a hurry because he
wanted to make up
for all the time he had
wasted in the store.
After running Right there, he
aimlessly for started thinking
a while and about how he had
already very always been deprived
far from the of living his life to
starting point, the fullest. Up until
the ball of yarn that moment, he had
found himself been nothing more
contemplating than a simple yarn
life and the big waiting to become a
city from the top piece of clothing or
of a steep street. an accessory.
Then, happy to be
living a real adventure,
the ball of yarn went
down towards the
city, looking for new
experiences.
Curious about the brand-new world he had just discovered, He wanted to explore
he started jumping up and down light poles and going every single corner.
through every door and window he would come across.
He also met Busy with their own
many people lives, sometimes they
on the way. looked sad.
Other times,
they looked happy.
He then remembered how his life used to
be at the store, where he was sometimes
sad and sometimes happy, just like all
those people out in the street.
 Looking around, he recognized
colors and bits of himself everywhere,
in every person who was wearing
something made of wool.

By the end of the

day, the little ball
of yarn felt tired
and confused from
all he had been
through.
 He suddenly
felt grateful
He realized his life was beyond for all he had
the little clothing store. There learnt from
were no limits. He, too, could his adventure
come and go as he pleased. He and started
could have the whole world heading back
within himself, because all of us to the store.
are made of moments and parts
of each other.
His friends were waiting for him.