I must be pretty hard on my socks. I’ve had at least three go AWOL in the past month. It’s like they wait all year balled up in my top dresser drawer planning their escape. Summer makes the most sense since I wear them so seldom (sorry socks, but you don’t look good in sandals). I can about imagine that conversation:
“It must be summer, Fruits, ” Loomer reasoned with his partner. “We haven’t seen the sun for so long. I don’t know about you, but I’m going CRAZY! I have to get out! I have to!! We’re moving towards the front of this drawer and if we do get out again, I’m never comin’ back. No sir! No more static winters and dark summers for me!…”
“Shut yer foot-hole, Tube Sock! How do you think I feel?!” interjected Long John.
“If you and Fruits do make it out, Loomer, please look for my mate,” pleaded Haney. “Ever since she left me, I’ve been stuck alone in this drawer, waiting to be paired again.”
Loomer reassured his lonely friend. “Will do, Haney. Will do!” Suddenly the drawer lurched open…
What say you?