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| The Great Sweep |
Strangers had made
their way to the back corner where Flashlight reclined.
What can we do? They asked him. We can’t understand them, the crackling and snapping? They complained. How will we ever find our way in this strange land?
Wise and bright
Flashlight cleared his batteries a little.
Oh, little ones. You cannot understand the way of the
Sock. Theirs is a life fraught with
danger. Each one may leave and not
return.
WELL. That rattled them, it rolled them. What
shall we do, Old Wise Flashlight?
He felt their pain
and fright. You must journey through the Socks to the Front of the Sock
Drawer. It is the only way you will be
rescued.
They accepted his
wise advice. But, will you show us the way?
Flashlight sadly
blinked. No, my place is here with the Socks.
I must light their way in the darkness.
The sorted odd objects from turned and began their trek across to barren dresser top..
Flashlight knew his
time would end soon, and then he too would make the trek.
P.S. Here is the first post done about the Land of the Sock Drawer:
