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When the Sock Drawer
heard the history of the new foreigners of the Drawer, they were
astounded. Until now, the only foreigner
had been the flashlight in very back of the drawer, and he appeared to be
sleeping most of the time.
Caution was the order
of the elders. Take care when approaching.
But the young socks did not listen, as the young do not. The glowing numbers from the round object
with aqua blue attachments drew all with its mystery. The persistent tick-tick-tick at first was amusing in its regularity. The glow produced just enough light that the
socks were entranced by its rhythm and shimmer.
Spontaneous dance
began, slowly at first and then emerged as 1-2-3
and 1-2-3. Soon the entire drawer was whirling about
to the rhythm, each with their mate.
Then the unthinkable
happened.
The singles socks
swung into the mix, the male socks broke off from their mates and continued the
1-2-3 with the single socks.
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The older socks gasped and sought out the Elder Sock
with the rubber tread. She moved
slowly the front of the crowd. A fury of
angry lint flurried about her. THIS must stop immediately! All obeyed without question.
A conflagration of
the Elder Sock, the Woolen Argyles from Scotland, along with a few old
Christmas Socks was held in the far corner by the flashlight. Wisps of lint rose, and static crackled. Really? Do you think we should? Oh, this has never happened before!
It must be done!
The plan was
explained in such authoritative terms to all that not one sock could dispute it.
The ticking circle
was wrestled into and slightly through the open crack in the drawer. The peculiar square was pushed with great
effort. Then all socks moved to the back
of the drawer, followed by great momentum to the front. The drawer opened just a smidge. Repeating this great effort, the round
ticking circle worked its way through the opening.
Gathering beneath the
blue object the socks pushed up and up.
With a whish the tick-tick
circle flew out of the circle, landing on the floor.
For some time in the
days that followed, the tick-tick-tick
could still be heard. When it abruptly
stopped, the younger socks mourned. The
older socks sighed in relief.
P.S. The previous post from the Land of Sock Drawer was this: http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/08/massacre-in-sock-drawer.html
and this http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2013/07/disturbance-of-force-in-sock-drawer.html
P.S. The previous post from the Land of Sock Drawer was this: http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2012/08/massacre-in-sock-drawer.html
and this http://thecontemplativecat.blogspot.com/2013/07/disturbance-of-force-in-sock-drawer.html
You know...I think the next time I open my sock drawer I'm going to do it verrrrrry slowly and peek inside to see what's happening in there. Maybe I'll even throw a 'stranger' into the mix and see what happens. I love these little glimpses you give us into the secret life of socks.
ReplyDeleteps...when do we hear from Samuel again?
Samuel will be posted next week. He takes more thought.
DeleteThat is the way it goes, a new single face moves in and dances with all the available males. Sock it to em, baby.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely true. "Sock" it to 'em" indeed!
DeleteI must be an old sock--I am not a big fan of tick-ticking either. :)
ReplyDeletetm
It would drive me crazy.
DeleteI'm still laughing about the Elder Sock with the rubber tread :-) And I always suspected there was more to the sock drawer than meets the eye!
ReplyDeleteNext time you open the drawer, do it very very sloooowwly.
DeleteI will never look at a sock the same way again.
ReplyDeleteSocks are devious, I believe. As are bras and other underwear.
DeleteHaha the poor young socks. They just wanted to have a little fun.
ReplyDeleteSo clever, I loved it. :)
The young socks have no power in the Drawer. Maybe I will have to hold a revolution?
DeleteI predict the one who owns all will return the watch to the drawer and then the socks, even Elder Sock, will be twisted with remorse for taking an innocent's life. Yep, even Samuel would feel guilt were he a sock.
ReplyDeleteSamuel's guilt level is quite low. He needs to develop that aspect of social behavior.
DeleteA party in the sock drawer. So, that's how they do it ...
ReplyDeleteThis explains my inability to sometimes find/match socks :)
Now you know the why!
Deletehaha rejuvenating the sock hop
ReplyDeleteSock hop?! That is perfect!
DeleteSo that is why they always look mis matched
ReplyDeleteSocks tend to travel in my drawer.
DeleteWho knew such hierarchy existed even in the sock drawer. Ya' think you know a drawer... ;)
ReplyDeleteIt is a brave new world in the Sock Drawer..:)
DeleteYour sock drawer is a lot more fun than my sock drawer, where all the socks just lie in their orderly rows day in, day out.
ReplyDeleteThe Sock Drawer had an episode of orderliness, but it was short lived.
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