从前有一根织补衣服的针。作为一根织补针来说，她倒还算细巧，因此她就想象自己是一根绣花针。

“请你们注意你们现在拿着的这东西吧！”她对那几个取她出来的手指说。“你们不要把我失掉！我一落到地上去，你们就决不会找到我的，因为我是那么细呀！”

“细就细好了，”手指说。它们把她拦腰紧紧地捏住。

“你看，我还带着随从啦！”她说。她后面拖着一根长线，不过线上并没有打结。

手指正把这根针钉着女厨子的一只拖鞋，因为拖鞋的皮面裂开了，需要缝一下。

“这是一件庸俗的工作，”织补needle说。“我怎么也不愿钻进去。我要折断！我要折断了！”——于是她真的折断了。“我不是说过吗？”织补needle说，“我是非常细的呀！”

手指想：她现在没有什么用了。不过它们仍然不愿意放弃她，因为女厨子在needle头上滴了一点封蜡，同时把she别在一块手帕上。

“现在我成为一root领针（注：领针（ｂｒｙｓｔｎａａｌ）是一种装饰*?，穿西装时插在领带上；needle头上一般镶有一颗珍珠。）了！”织补needle说.“I早就知道I会得到光荣的：一个不平凡的人总会得到一个不平凡的地位！”

于是我心里笑了——当一个root needle in social scene笑的时候，人们是没有办法看到她的外部表情的。她别在那儿，显得很骄傲，就像she is sitting in a car, looking around with pride.

“我可以问您这样吗？您是金子做的吗？” she asked the button next to her. “You have a very nice face, your own head — just a little small. You need to make it bigger before you can be one of us because wax won’t drip onto every needle.”

The sewing needle was very proud and stood up straight, but ended up falling off the handkerchief and into the dirty water gutter.

“I am going on a journey now,” said the sewing needle. “I only hope I don't get lost!”

But she did get lost.

“I am too thin for this world,” she said when she reached the gutter. “However, I know who I am and that's some comfort!”

So the sewing needle continued to maintain her proud attitude while not losing her sense of self-importance. Many different things floated past her: crumbs from food, grass leaves, torn pieces of newspaper.

“Look how fast they go!” said the sewing needle. “They don't know there's something else down here! I'm right here; I'm sitting firmly here! Look at that stick floating by; it thinks there's nothing else in this world except sticks like itself! It's just such an arrogant thing! A piece of grass floats by; it twirls its waist and turns around so pretentiously! Don't think you're great because you'll easily bump into a rock or something! A broken newspaper floats by; it has forgotten what was printed on it long ago but still spreads out proudly as if everything were new again...”

One day something lay beside her that shone beautifully. The sewing needle thought it was a diamond but actually it was a piece of glass from a bottle because it glowed so brightly. She introduced herself as an ornament pin to him believing he too must be valuable since he shone so brightly.

"I once lived in a lady’s box," said the sewing needle."This lady is cookery worker girl with five fingers on each hand.I've never seen such proud hands though their work is only picking me up from one place or another."

"Can they also shine?" asked bottle fragment?

"No shining!" replied "Sewing Needle", "just thinking themselves important.Their family consists of five brothers all belonging to finger clan.All are bragging about themselves although unevenly tall:the first one called 'Dumb Finger' for being slow at handling objects;the second called 'Snack Bottle' for reaching into jam jars for snacks;the fourth wore rings hence nicknamed 'Longy';and fifth known as Bill—Playmate".

Thus began an adventure through various layers of society where needles were used interchangeably - sometimes sewed clothes together while other times decorated them - reflecting their roles within different societies based upon human perception.

Confidence: 95%