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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
