HeY tHrEe! TIME TO ABUSE THE INTERNET AGAIN WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER OF OUR HILARIOUS STORY.

Today's featured ship is: Frazel

Disclaimer: We don't not know how to own PJO. SM knows how to knit though!

Knitting and Sheep

She said it would be fun. She said it would be easy. And now Frank was sitting on the floor encased in a cocoon of wool yarn...

"Now Frank," Hazel had said, "You take the needles and put this one under the top loop, like this" She did some weird maneuver that Frank could only dream of doing.

"Uh... Hee hee... I can do this," Frank said, putting on his determined face. He grabbed the sea green wool (for Percy's party favor sweater, of course) and put the correct amount of loops onto the first needle. Then things went crazy. As he watched Hazel's needles click against the other, the gray wool yarn slinking back and forth between the needles, he wasn't really watching what he was doing.

"Uh... Hazel? A little help?" Frank mumbled from behind a gag of yarn, which had somehow wrapped around his mouth.

"Oh Frank!" Hazel exclaimed, pulling the yarn off of Frank's mouth. "Let's try this again."

"I think something is plotting against me," Frank announced. "Maybe sheep hate me."

Hazel struggled with the wool wrapped around Frank's arm. "This isn't working at all!"

Frank started thrashing, trying to escape. He was not going to let anyone see him like this.

Then he turned into a sheep.

Hazel groaned in exasperation. "Frank, what are we going to do with you? A sheep?"

Frank the sheep ran around in circles, betting his feet caught in the yarn and making odd bleating noises. "Baaaaaaaa!"

Hazel tried to calm him down. "Frank, it's okay."

Frank was getting uncomfortable with his feet, (hooves?) wrapped in yarn and Hazel trying to untangle him. Once Hazel had let go, he bolted, unable to think straight.

"No Frank!" Hazel shouted after him, dropping the yarn and running out of her room.

"Baaa!" A faint baa came from down the hall.

"Frank! Get back here you sheep!" Hazel yelled, dashing down the hallways, past the mess hall. Unbeknownst to her, there was a loop of yarn tied around her ankle from Frank's struggling. After rounding a sharp corner and running into a wall (how did that get there?!) Hazel finally found Frank, sitting on his little sheep face in the stables.

"Frank, come here, I got you," Hazel said, slowly walking towards the overturned Frank-sheep. Luckily, Frank had calmed down enough to not run away like a mad-sheep. She reached around the overturned sheep's arms and picked him up. He seemed to be all tired out from running and had fallen asleep.

"Okay, let's get you back to the room," Hazel whispered, slowly walking back up the hallway. When she reentered the room, all she found was a tangled mess of string hanging on the walls and across the furniture.

"Frank! Wake up and help me clean this up please," Hazel stated, putting down the Frank-sheep so that she wouldn't have to hold him when he changed back. Frank the sheep slowly stirred and blinked. In another second he was human again.

"What just happened? Why is this room a mess? Why do I feel the strange urge to eat grass?" Frank asked, carefully picking the yarn off the chair.

"1. You turned into a sheep. 2. You ran around like a mad-sheep. 3. You were a sheep," Hazel replied, bundling up the green yarn.

"Okay... Let's forget that ever happened and continue with these sweaters... Or you continue with those sweaters and I will stay as far away as I can..."Frank stated, slowly backing away from the knitting needles Hazel was holding.

"Sure Frank. How about you take this sweater to Annabeth, then?" Hazel stated, picking up a gray sweater and handing it to Frank. "Come back soon!"

Hazel sat down to knit, it was calm and peaceful without Frank getting tangled in a cocoon of yarn. After a few minutes, dropped stitches (which were easily fixed with manipulation of the needles) Frank stumbled back in, something that looked like grass hanging out of his mouth.

"Frank," Hazel began cautiously, "Why is there grass in your mouth?"

"I really have no idea," Frank said after spitting out the grass.

"How about you try to untangle this ball of yarn?" Hazel suggested, holding up a huge bundle of red yarn.

"I'll try," Frank said, carefully taking the bundle of yarn out of Hazel's hands as if it were a bomb. So they sat down to work and all way well, that is, until Frank came along a very tangled part of the string. Hazel looked away for one minute and then bad things happen.

"Hazel? A little help?" Frank asked. Hazel looked over at him and he was wrapped in that yarn she had asked him to untangle.

"Frank! Twice in one day?" Hazel asked. "Maybe you should turn into a lizard to get out,"

"Thanks Hazel, you're so nice," Frank grumbled, yet reluctantly turning into a lizard.

"Sorry Frank," Hazel replied, pecking him on the cheek once he was human again. "How about you just watch?"

"Gladly," Frank replied, sitting down to watch Hazel knit.

Hi. I'm tired. Sorry this wasn't the best... But... It gives you lots of stuff to constructively criticize!