Second chapter is here! Or second short story, since this isn't a chapter story.
What Jedi Masters Do In Their Free Time
Master Yoda, the little, green Jedi Master with large ears and an understanding look, sat on a small pink chair, muttering ridiculous not to mention unintelligible things to himself as he fumbled with a ball of yarn. Off to the side, two knitting needles sat, neon green in color with bright purple polka dots. These had been the only ones the green Jedi Master had been able to find at Walmart.
His odd, rather high-pitched laugh rang out across the barren room, echoing off the walls. Once he heard his echo, Yoda looked up. "Oh, mocking me, someone is, hmm?" With this, he flung the yarn aside, grabbed up a knitting needle, and held it over his shoulder in a ready stance, as one would hold a lightsaber. He laughed again and the echo reached his large ears once more. Seeing and feeling no one there, he cautiously put down the knitting needle and repositioned himself.
While untangling yarn, all he thought about was his lessons that day. 'Now take the needle up this way and hook the yarn like this...' Or something like that. Today, Yoda had taken knitting classes. He was planning on knitting a special pillow to put his lightsaber on during the night.
He finally untangled the ball of yarn, which was multicolored. Neon-multicolored. Darn Walmart. Yoda picked up his knitting needles and tried to position them in his hands. He failed several times, the ugly needles clinking together as they hit the ground. "Frustrating, these needles are!" He exclaimed. Finally, he had an idea of what to do. Rummaging in a drawer, he held up something, giving an off laugh again.
The something was duct tape. And the thing he had on his mind was to duct tape the knitting needles to his hands. He did this, and his hands were no longer green. They were silverish-gray. He began to knit, doing it right at first, then creating his own, unique way to a yarny, heavenly pillow for his beloved lightsaber. Soon all he was doing was progessing slowly, twisting the yarn into a chasm of bright colors and horrid knots.
Eventually, after several hours of work filled with frustration, laughs, and even a few tears, the Jedi Master had knitted a pillow case. He was about to move to stuff it when he remembered his hands had tape all over them. Then Yoda made a big mistake. At first, it didn't hurt, since it wasn't directly touching his skin. And then he got to the first layer. Yup, Master Yoda was pulling the tape off. Not that he should've put it on in the first place. And he screamed. Not a laugh/scream, but a full-blown, loud, racous scream. Luckily, there was no one around to hear it, but it echoed back to him and hit him full-force.
However, he did get the tape off. Painfully, but he got it off nonetheless. And he stuffed the knitted-wrongly pillowcase with cotton. The cotton poked out everywhere since knitted things have holes and are not opague. It was dark, nearly midnight. Setting his lovely green lightsaber on the pillow, he climbed into his bed and went to sleep.