What happens to missing socks?- 165 lines, 855 words |
The Sock Monster is a very big, sneaky fellow. He takes socks- but only one per pair- and then he goes and puts them in his hidden lair. He will come at night, and take your sock, if you have not properly put it under the pillow. Or if you sleep with your feet uncovered, and they have socks on them, the Sock Monster comes and takes one. But just one. And you never will even know until the morning, when you wake up with both feet bare. But what happens to the other sock, might you ask? Especially if there's two to take. One sock goes with the Monster, and the other, well, it ends up on the floor, or on the bed, so Mom and Dad think that you kicked them off after you fell asleep last night. He hides- just out of plain sight- where no parents can see him. Then he waits, oh so quietly, for everybody to fall asleep. Mom and Dad start snoring, and you know, just know, nothing will wake them, until Baby cries in the morning. Then he sneaks to your bed, and sniffs your feet. If the blanket doesn't cover your socks, he yanks one off with a practiced pull. He puts it on his head of horns, and moves on to the next foot. His friends help, too, by going to different rooms. When you drop a sock behind the washer or on the way from the laundry, the Sock Monster sees it, and will be there, w a i t i n g .... watching 👀 .... until everyone is gone, when he goes there, and snatches it away back to that hidden sock lair of his. The Sock Monster isn't scared of anyone nor anything. If Daddy fell asleep watching TV, you can bet his sock will be missing tomorrow morning. One on the ground, and one, who knows where it went? I suppose, only the Sock Monster and his friend or friends will know. Mommy will scold him in the morning, but when she's not looking, Mr. Sock Monster messes up the laundry, too. A missing sock here, a missing sock there. She never notices, until it's too late. And then she says, "How annoying!" when maybe one, or three, have slipped away, never, ever, to be found, ever again. His absolute favorite place, though, has to be the Laundromat, where people trust their clothes to be safe, but he is there, w a i t i n g .... once more. watching you turn your back .... watching you leave. 👀 .... But, you must understand, these missing socks not only make up his mysterious lair, but they are everywhere in his hair, and they feed the monsters of Monsterland. For, you see, these missing socks have feelings too, and after parted with their other half for too long, they get sadder and sadder until the day comes when their sadness is so sad, the ends of their sad faces connect, and they turn into a doughnut! It is these doughnuts that Monsters, like the Bogeyman, or the Monster Under Your Bed and the Abominable Snowman or the Monster who lives in Loch Ness Lake eat, to stay alive and that is also why these monsters are all quite fat! 👣👣👣👣👣 This is a secret. Only socks and Monsters know this. Naughty little girls and naughty little boys have frequently fallen prey to the Sock Monster and his antics. How do I know, then? No, I am not the Sock Monster, though imagine that! ME! A monster! I am, indeed friends with those who live in Monsterland. For, if you must know, Monsterland is right next to Fantasyland, which is where the Dragons live. And I, my dear child, am a Dragon. Dragons and Monsters unite, you see, because while our stories work on the innocent minds of the youths, as they grow up, and their knowledge grows, too, their faith in the invisible slowly shrinks. We do our jobs, dragons to protect the world, and Sock Monsters to warn children to be careful of their socks, and the Bogeyman to warn children not to wander off with strangers. The Monster of the Loch Ness, well, he says he teaches safe swimming. And safety when kids are around water. The Monster Under Your Bed is really just a lonely lil' fella, who wants a friend to play with, late at night. Silly guy, he is, as he sleeps all day in the bed when the kids are out and about, then returns to under your bed when night time falls and parents come to tuck you in to sleep. At this time, he thinks it is time to play, which is why you sometimes hear him scratching your bed, down under it, or a little racket that stops right before Mom or Dad come back in to check. The Sock Monster, you see, and all his other Monsterland pals are all rather misunderstood. They do the things they do because they have to! If people stopped being people, and monsters stopped being monsters, what would happen to this world? |