After the tick-tick of the worn time wrist watch was heaved out the drawer, the Sock Drawer resumed it
general pace and rhythm. Socks left, were
worn, sent to the dreaded Laundry Land, and hopefully returned.
Gossip was still
the primary form of entertainment. The
tick-tick had provided a brief break bringing Socks to near unraveling
point. Now, Sock residents resumed chattering about lint, static, and thread snapping.
But what about the
Strangers? The unique and curious
objects that had been swept off the Land of Dresser Top, and landed in the Sock
Drawer? Gossip and speculation was the
big topic among the resident socks.
The shabby-chic
striped nylon/spandex (who managed to stay, despite an obvious hole in the
cuff) was the most vitriolic about them.
She shook the hole at the Strangers, bitching in her peculiar way…And look!
Look at the shoddy bright green…thing!..
The other sassy
socks of poly/nylon/spandex genre joined with Shabby Sock. The atmosphere was rife with lint and
crackling. A riot was building, and in a
land of static could set off a storm of electric charge.
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Then Wise Argyle
stepped in and stopped them with the boldness of his diamond woven in
brown/blue/tan woolen and spandex. He
remembered the Electric Charge Storm from the last riot, the one when the new
Christmas socks arrived. Oh, no.
But what about the Strangers?? Where were they and what were they doing while
the riot wound down?
