So he poked his head out of the top of the drawer for a look.
"What's that?" thought Fred. "Right," he said "I'll just have to climb down and find out. Here I go!"
Fred gingerly climbed down and fell softly into the brightly filled drawer.
"It's all fabric!" Fred exclaimed. "How nice and soft it is," he thought, "I could sit here all day."
Sitting among the scraps of unused fabric stuffed into an old drawer, Fred realised how nice it was just to belong somewhere, even if the fabric wasn't going to talk back to him, at least he wasn't the only useless thing sitting in the drawer.