Okay, my brother said I should write a story. So, totally out of the blue I'm going to tell you the tale of the lost sock.
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Socks have important things to do, especially in winter. Humans have very sensitive feet and need warmth. But occasionally socks get lost. OUr tale today is about an ankle length sock who got left in the dryer at the laundery mat.
Our sock, Ralph, watched his human leave the building. His heart was sad and he knew that he had just become a statistic. The lights dimmed and Laundromatic R Us closed for the night. What dangers lurked out there in the dark building? Ralph was nervous as he lay, half in and half out of the dryer. Suddenly he heard a squeak and saw a curious nose stick up over the rim. That nose was then followed by an enormous RAT! Ralph quaked to the bottom of his soul!! The rat sniffed at him and pawed at him. Then there was a sound from the other side of the room and the rat fled. Ralph saw a cat chase the Rat into a hole. He sighed. It was going to be a long night.
Morning dawned and Ralph saw the owner of the place come in. An older lady, obviously eating well, with a horrible flower patterned dress that Ralph, even though he was a sock, flinched at. She came over to the dryer as she was cleaning and saw Ralph. "Why, hello there. You shouldn't be there! I'll put you on the table so that your owner can find you..." Ralph was lifted up and set on a table by the window.
A couple hours later, a Mom with two kids came in. She put the laundry in and attempted to keep her kids in line. Ralph could tell that she was rather frazzled with a 2 and 5 year old. Ding! The dryer was done. She dumped the laundry on the table and started to fold it. Suddenly she noticed the time. "Darn! Frank! Mary! We're going to be late!" Sweeping the clothes, including Ralph, into the basket, she grabbed the kids and rushed out to the mini-van (Ford Windstar - blue).
Time passed and Ralph was squished between a diper and pajamas. His mind raced. What would happen to him now? His owner didn't like kids, so he'd never had any experience with them...
That evening, when the frazzled mother finally got to her laundry, she found Ralph. Holding him up to the light, she determined that he wasn't a mate to any of their socks. Tossing him into the rag bag, she finished her folding. The next month found Ralph being used as a rag. He mopped up spills, dusted the piano, and performed the duties of a rag. One day that changed. There was a party going on and the kids needed a puppet. Frank grabbed Ralph, who even though a little ragged and stained, was still in prime condition for a sock puppet.
And that is where we will leave our lost sock, as a sock puppet making kids laugh.
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Happy David?
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Socks have important things to do, especially in winter. Humans have very sensitive feet and need warmth. But occasionally socks get lost. OUr tale today is about an ankle length sock who got left in the dryer at the laundery mat.
Our sock, Ralph, watched his human leave the building. His heart was sad and he knew that he had just become a statistic. The lights dimmed and Laundromatic R Us closed for the night. What dangers lurked out there in the dark building? Ralph was nervous as he lay, half in and half out of the dryer. Suddenly he heard a squeak and saw a curious nose stick up over the rim. That nose was then followed by an enormous RAT! Ralph quaked to the bottom of his soul!! The rat sniffed at him and pawed at him. Then there was a sound from the other side of the room and the rat fled. Ralph saw a cat chase the Rat into a hole. He sighed. It was going to be a long night.
Morning dawned and Ralph saw the owner of the place come in. An older lady, obviously eating well, with a horrible flower patterned dress that Ralph, even though he was a sock, flinched at. She came over to the dryer as she was cleaning and saw Ralph. "Why, hello there. You shouldn't be there! I'll put you on the table so that your owner can find you..." Ralph was lifted up and set on a table by the window.
A couple hours later, a Mom with two kids came in. She put the laundry in and attempted to keep her kids in line. Ralph could tell that she was rather frazzled with a 2 and 5 year old. Ding! The dryer was done. She dumped the laundry on the table and started to fold it. Suddenly she noticed the time. "Darn! Frank! Mary! We're going to be late!" Sweeping the clothes, including Ralph, into the basket, she grabbed the kids and rushed out to the mini-van (Ford Windstar - blue).
Time passed and Ralph was squished between a diper and pajamas. His mind raced. What would happen to him now? His owner didn't like kids, so he'd never had any experience with them...
That evening, when the frazzled mother finally got to her laundry, she found Ralph. Holding him up to the light, she determined that he wasn't a mate to any of their socks. Tossing him into the rag bag, she finished her folding. The next month found Ralph being used as a rag. He mopped up spills, dusted the piano, and performed the duties of a rag. One day that changed. There was a party going on and the kids needed a puppet. Frank grabbed Ralph, who even though a little ragged and stained, was still in prime condition for a sock puppet.
And that is where we will leave our lost sock, as a sock puppet making kids laugh.
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Happy David?
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