Late last night, after I was admiring my handiwork and gloating a bit, because those spiral chains give me grief and they were all tatted and complete, I noticed something was amiss with one of the plastic rings.
It was broken!
You can guess which dragon it was that would be causing such a ruckus, waving her PINK head about and letting me know that the plastic in her ring had snapped!
Ah, smart little dragon - though headstrong and marching to her own fireball - she alerted me to the problem before I had packed all away to be wrapped up later, when I never would have noticed the flawed ring.
We had a discussion, the dragon and I:
- Nobody knows, I said.
-You do, she said.
-I don't think it will ever be discovered, so why should I tat another tail, if the chances are slight that it will ever become a problem? I said.
- You know who I am going to, and SHE would be beyond insulted if she saw that hers is the one with the big, hidden, mistake, that you did not even bother to fix!
You have a point, I said
Fix it, she said.
It is fixed.