Iron nail- Part 1
Barron had gone along with the maid to get his hand stitched because of what the hellhound had done. He was upset with the amount of cotton that kept falling down from both of his hands. Sitting on the stairs, he had raised his hand like a King who was waiting to be tended to by his lowly servants.
"Did you go to create the thread from the wool? Or to buy one?" demanded Barron who was waiting and when he waved his hand, more cotton fell down from his hand. Forgetting he had both his arms being torn, he went to pick up the cotton with one of his hand, but that resulted in more cotton to fall out that was turning his hand lean and flat.
While the maid was away to get the sewing box and Barron was staring at both of his hands, he was so consumed with rabbit suit that he failed to notice that there was a creature that had come sniffing him to where he sat on the stairs.