He leaned forward on the wooden stool so he could get a better look of what he was doing in the light. Careful as to not prick himself, he sowed little bells on the edges of his new cloak. The fabric was a crisp white but he was unsatisfied with how plain it looked – despite the now three thousand tiny bells that clung on it. Continuing with his craft, he pulled out a box with thirty different coloured threads. Every shade was a different flower that he was going to embroider on it; burnt orange tulips, lavender lavenders, ochre buttercups. He was very particular about the alignment of these flowers. The vision was not to have a field of wild flowers on his back, but rather to have them look as though they had been picked at their prime and laid perfectly side by side. It more closely resembled a graveyard from an aerial perspective. Even when he finished with this, he thought more could be done. His body had grown cold from sitting next to the window for natural light, so he grabbed some left over fur trimmings to line the cloak with. Because he was using scraps, he used the skins of 4 different animals – rabbit, fox, boar, and rabbit. The combination of textures was slightly odd but he enjoyed that he could feel the layers of his craftsmanship and resourcefulness. With that, he swung it over his body and tied a little bow around his neck to keep it in place.