Feeling under the weather today, sitting on the couch in my stocking feet, legs crossed.
Fuss comes up, pries the sock off my elevated foot and runs toward the kitchen, holding it aloft like a battle flag. He turns and stares at me.
"YOU'LL NEVER FIND YOUR SOCK NOW...HA HA HA!"
He declares, turning and hurling it deep underneath the dining room table.
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