No one had said anything, but it was clear that the ranks were thinning in the Land of Sock Drawer. Fewer and fewer socks were returning. Tragedy was floating heavily in the linted air.
After the Strangers finally had been removed, all the residents congregated around the Sage Surgery Sock with the Chevron footing. Their wailing was heard all the way to the Underwear World.
What? What have we done to anger the Hand of God? Why would wrath womp our world with withering whirling washing? Tell us, Oh Great Sock!
The Sage Surgical Sock spoke. Argyle wool blend, stood tall and imperiously as a wool sock can stand. Do not weep! We must stay matched and strong. Answers will come soon.
Somehow that did not reassure the weeping mob. But answers did arrive and boy-howdy-did-they-arrive.
The drawer was opened and a mass flooded the drawer. It was nothing like the Flood of ’97 when the Drawer was mixed up with bras and undies.
The shivering arrivals were surrounded by their loved ones. Finally they were able to tell of their mysterious disappearance.
We were trapped, trapped! I tell you. One moment we were happily enjoying Laundry Land in the new Mesh and Zippered Sock Protector. AND then…oh and then…we found ourselves buried in the new Mesh and Zippered Sock Protector, in a basket. Then other cloth items were layered over us, cutting out all light. Forgotten. We were forgotten!!
That was all any of the Sock Drawer could take. Their tale would be sorted out eventually.
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This photo below made me laugh, so I put it here. It bears no relationship to any Sock Drawer, living or dead.
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