The Kaiser.

An emperor.
A king.
Crowned.
They leer.

There was an old man who held a yarn. The yarn came out of his mouth as it creates a ball inside his house. The house was made of yarn, and so were the furniture which was already thick enough to build the world's birds' home.

He then chokes and starts to weep as he coughed up blood along the yarn he was pulling from his mouth. The blood kept on crawling around the house made of yarn. He became dizzy and lifeless as it continued to rush on.

The house made of yarn was no more of its original color, but of crimson and maroon.

The man inside was forever trapped in the house made of yarn. Dizzy and lifeless, he cannot move an inch. Until his last breath, he realized that he never spoke anything as to why the yarn was there.

The answer was simple, he did not want anyone to have the burden of despair.

As his thoughts were through with him, he coughed up the yarn's end. What do you know, a needle, shining and sharpened.