Socks


The sock drawer was in a huge fluff.

“Where is Bert???” Ernie exclaimed frantically. “Doesn’t that woman know when she washes us that we are pairs? We are supposed to be together after we get cleaned!”

“Oh, Bert will turn up,” said Cleopatra confidently, probably because Anthony was already at her side.

“It’ll be okay,” purred Barbie. She was half asleep and curled warmly into Ken.

“Too much drama,” said Romeo.

“For sure,” said Juliet.

Just then the drawer opened. Bert was placed tenderly inside, folded neatly and smoothed, as if to calm his frayed nerves.

“Where have you been?” Ernie said, the overwhelming relief evident in his voice. “I thought you were gone forever, eaten by the washer!”

“Ohhhhhhhh, it was horrible,” moaned Bert. “I was almost smothered in the underwear drawer, and all because of static cling!!”

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2 thoughts on “Socks

  1. Hearing the commotion in the drawer above them, several of the pants commented that, if socks were smart, they could be a pair and yet never get separated. After all, no one ever asks “Where’s my other pant?”

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