You find yourself in Shanty Town, where the ladies are sometimes handsome, sometimes not so handsome. However, the room is darkly lit and smells of incense and tomato soup thickening on the stove. You don't remember exactly how you got here, but you are in the embrace of a distinctly female form. When exactly did she slither up to you? You try out a bit of small talk. "Baby I wanna make sweet, slow, afternoon, candle-lit, gospel-tinged, apeshit love to you." Having said this as casually as possible, you lay back for a moment. Well, she seems to be giving it some thought because she doesn't say no. This is good, as scientists who have studied such encounters have measured the standard rejection slap to have an arrival time of an average of 2.1 seconds after such an utterance. No slap arrives. You try to remain calm but soon enough become excited. Yet there is a great distraction in this encounter--who is she and why is she so itchy? You recognize the place as Sycamore's drafty bachelor hut, but how does a troubadour begin to afford a comely housekeeper? If only it were brighter in here you might recall this heavenly creature from somewhere around town. But you need the darkness more than you need the light. She is so finely shaped, so voluptuous, so agreeable but for the fact that she itches you all over. It begins to affect your performance. You get upset. Finally you ask the mystery woman straight out, "What is it with so many wool blankets? I can't bear the touch. So what if it is cold, this is ridiculous!" The blanket looks at you strangely. "Why are you so delicate? Anyway, I am only 85% wool," she says, enveloping you. "I am also part something else and you should know better than to complain. Try to make it through the night without me." This is wool? This is the horror all school kids complain about? This is out of fashion for some polyester blend that feels like a plastic bag? My lord, this is wonderful! You cuddle the blanket tighter around yourself. Tomorrow you must go out and get yourself a thousand wool blankets and after that you will never ever leave the house again. You will have a wool harem. For now, you will cuddle up right here with this lovely blanket and shut out the cold, cold world as long as you can. Oh yeah, and the answer to the riddle isn't here. Sorry. THE END