There was once a sock. I loved it dearly. I wore that sock whenever I could. We went through so much together, that sock and I.
But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
From that day to this, I have seen neither fuzz nor fiber of my beloved sock. So I scour the edges of the internet, hoping to find, in some image file or dingy chat room, a glimpse, a hint, a seam of my sock.
And so, dear reader, I must ask you...
Has anyone seen my sock?
But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.
From that day to this, I have seen neither fuzz nor fiber of my beloved sock. So I scour the edges of the internet, hoping to find, in some image file or dingy chat room, a glimpse, a hint, a seam of my sock.
And so, dear reader, I must ask you...
Has anyone seen my sock?
