Summer Socks
“Where are all my socks?” yelled Forgetful Fred as he tore his drawers in his dresser apart. “I can’t find them anywhere.”
Forgetful Fred searched his whole bedroom and he could not find a single sock anywhere. He couldn’t even find any mismatched socks?
“That is really strange,” said Forgetful Fred. “I can’t even find my mismatched socks and I know I had tons of those.”
Forgetful Fred sat on the end of his bed and he thought for a minute. He thought of any other places where they could be.
“Maybe they are in the laundry,” said Forgetful Fred.
Forgetful Fred got up from the bed. He walked down to the laundry room. There was lots of laundry there but not one single sock. He didn’t even see any mismatched socks.
“This is the strangest thing ever,” said Forgetful Fred. “Where are my socks?”
Forgetful Fred sat on the steps in the basement. He thought of any other places that his socks could be.
“Maybe Sarah knows where they are,” said Forgetful Fred.
Forgetful Fred got up from the basement stairs and went into the kitchen. He saw his wife, Sarah, doing the dishes.
“Sarah,” said Forgetful Fred. “Have you seen my socks? I tore my dresser apart and could not find a single sock, not even a mismatched one. Then, I went downstairs to the laundry room, thinking they would be there. I didn’t see a single one down there either. Not even a mismatched one.”
“Oh my dear Forgetful Fred,” said Sarah, laughing. “You know it is summer and you know our socks seem to disappear more in the summer than any other time of the year.”
“I forgot,” said Forgetful Fred, grabbing the keys to the car.
“Where are you going?” asked Sarah.
“I am going to the mall to buy some more socks,” said Forgetful Fred.
“Why?” asked Sarah. “So they can go missing too. I have a better idea.”
Sarah took Forgetful Fred to the mall and she bought two pairs of sandals, one for herself and one pair for Forgetful Fred.
“That is better,” said Forgetful Fred. “Thank you!”
“Now you won’t need any socks until winter,” said Sarah.
“Good,” said Forgetful Fred. “One less thing I need to remember.”
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