Once upon a time I knit a sock. He was a lovely creature with even stitches and bright striped yarn. He was a sock begging, yearning for a mate. This sock ached and dreamed and hoped and prayed. Yet no counterpart ever materialized.
Then, one day, this forlorn sock was banished to that despicable place; the lonely sock drawer. For two years he pined his days away; losing hope day by day, hour by hour and minute by minute. That is, until last Sunday, when he emerged from his chrysalis and transformed into a sweet toy dog.
He is no longer companionless. He now spends his time snuggled next a child, enveloped in her sticky hands and drug around by the ear. In other words he will live happily ever after.
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