Seam sat in his store, his tail flicked gently as he awaited any customers. He was dreary, tired. His eyes closed gently as he sighed. He gazed around his store, counting the objects.

He got up and gently arranged them, he stopped as he gently gazed at his hand, he gazed at the sewing and stitching. It was old and tattered and worn from old age. He shook his head as he went back to behind the counter, a smile on his face as he leaned on it