Boy, humans can be weird. No one comes into a room for sixteen years, and then some blonde decides to prick her finger and faint. And whadda-you-know, some fancy looking dude in a swishy cape has to come leaping in after her. I sure hope he didn’t have the flu or a cold sore, ‘cause he planted a big one on her. I’m talking full lip lock, people. I would have closed my eyes, except that’s kind of hard when you don’t have eyes. Ya know? And when she woke up, she was all like, “oooo, you saved me!” From what!? Come on, people, I’m not dangerous, I’m just a spindle! You would have thought there was a witch determined to kill her and enslave her people the way she was acting!
A few days later I heard a lot of bells and cheering. Sounded like a wedding, if you ask me. A big wedding, the kind that they’d have for a prince and a princess. Not that I was listening for one, or anything. I never get interested in human affairs. They can’t go blaming me if they decided to get married. I’m no match making spindle!