During an energetic practice session in preparation for a lumberjack contest, Angus Macgregor accidently ripped his favorite shirt.

The distraught logger sought the help of a seamstress.

“I need you to mend my lucky shirt, Maisy.”

“Sorry, Angus. I can’t help you.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have any plaid thread.”

John H. Dromey has recently had speculative poems (scifaiku) published in Star*Line and Eye to the Telescope.