Mochi Mare

• In a sunlit craft room, Aunt Mae kept a tiny tin box with a galloping horse painted on the lid. Inside lay silver crochet hooks, each crowned with a delicate horsehead. One breezy evening, young Jake opened the box. As he gripped a hook, the horsehead shimmered, and the yarn leaped through his fingers—stitches forming a wild, flowing mane. Before he knew it, a horse-shaped coaster danced on the table. "Whoa!" Jake laughed. Aunt Mae grinned. "They’re spirited hooks—they love to run free." From that day, Jake crocheted scarves with hidden galloping edges, and the box’s hooks never stayed idle for long. (The end) 🐴✨