The Land of Missing Socks
This is one of my first and favorite short stories from a few years ago when Baxter The Dog Books was just an idea and a sketch on the back of a plane ticket. This one always makes me smile. Enjoy!
I once lost a sock.
A sock that rocked.
A yellow and green striped pair.
One day Lefty just wasn't there.
The dryer was empty. The clothes had been shook.
The laundry was folded. I didn't know where else to look.
So, I set Righty aside and hoped for the best.
Maybe, someday Lefty would return to be with the rest.
Winter came and spring and summer days.
Then in the fall, Lefty appeared – Hip Hip Hooray!
Picking him up, I noticed his toe was worn thin
as though Lefty had danced on it every day, over and over again.
“I did! I’ve been dancing this whole time,” said Lefty The Sock.
What a surprise! He could talk!
“In The Land of Missing Socks, the socks dance & never get tired or sore.”
He bounced out of my hand shaking his heel across the floor,
“There, each song makes you happy, every new note makes you hum.
The harmony makes you move together as one.”
He headed for the door, “I like being your sock,
but I can’t help it. I’ve got the need to rock.
I crave that long open floor with socks of all different threads.
A river of color bright and bare bobbing their heads.
It’s a simple trick to get there and to come back,
but I’m afraid you’re much too big to fit through the trap.”
Then, Lefty bowed at the ankle, slid down the stairs
and jumped into the dryer. I yelled, “Wait! Don’t you dare!”
Lefty giggled, “It’s time to say goodbye.
It was nice to see you one last time.
I just have one more thing to do
before I go back to the tunes.”
Lefty shouted, “Righty! Come on! Let’s go!
Sometimes a sock needs to be a pair, you know?"
I turned my head and saw Righty jump in.
By the time I got to the dryer, he’d already hit Spin.
I never saw Lefty or Righty after that day,
but their story spread from sock to sock wherever they lay.
First one pair split, then a dozen more.
Until there were no socks left in my drawer.
It makes me smile to think of them dancing together.
I just wish sandals were made for cold weather.
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Text and Illustration copyright © 2017 Jennifer Hart.