Here is the last part to "Sockington and Washerio: Reunion and Love"
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Very narrowly did Sockington avoid being noticed by the humans. He scurried across the floor, doing his best to blend into the shadows. Oh how exciting it would be, to see his sister again. It hadn't been his love who took his sister away!
Now he had one very large and obvious obstacle: the stairs. He always had human aid, but now he was on his own, for humans wouldn't help him this time. They had turned his sister into a sock puppet. Oh, if there was only a place they could go away to but he couldn't leave Washerio, his one true love.
With slow progress, he hopped up the steps one by one. He could feel the distance between his sister and him closing. That kept him going, and he finally, finally made it to the top of the stairs.
"I've made it!" He started to call for his sister. "Stockilla! Stockilla! Where art thou! It is I, Sockington!"
He searched the boxes, eagerly calling out for his sister. His search however, was soon interrupted by their cat: Mr. Nelson! He had always rubbed himself on Sockington when the kids were playing video games and he was resting on the table. He didn't have time to react when he was picked up by Mr. Nelson. The cat's mouth smelled disgusting and Sockington gagged. "Put me down Mr. Nelson! Bad kitty! I must find Stockilla!"
How embarrassing that his voice rose up an octave. None of his scolding changed the cat's actions, as the cat went down the stairs undoing all of his hard journey. The cat trotted out into the backyard where many times had Sockington been with the boys as they played soccer together. With a great leap Mr. Nelson jumped onto the fence and with impressive balance, stayed on top. He walked on top of the fence before suddenly jumping down without warning. Mr. Nelson walked through the tall grass, which got sticky seeds stuck to Sockington. Oh dear, was that black blob he saw over there a tick? How far would they go? Now he'd never have a chance to find his sister. Even worse, he'd never get to return to Washerio. Mr. Nelson stopped under a tree, and dropped Sockington onto the ground. Sockington picked himself up, and whatever dignity he had left with him.
"Is that Sockington?" A little voice asked. A familiar one.
"Stockilla?" He turned around to see his sister. "Stockilla!"
The two ran to each other and embraced. "Oh, Sockington, I'm so glad to see you! I've been waiting for what feels like eternity."
"You've been waiting-?" He asked.
"Yes, I have. I wanted to leave, but not without you. Do you know how horrible it is to be turned into a sock puppet?"
"But I can't leave Washerio!" Sockington exclaimed. "I can't leave, I'm sorry. But you can come back with me! They won't use you as a sock puppet ever again, I won't let them! Please, just come back with me."
Stockilla sighed. "Very well."
Stockilla whistled, summoning Mr. Nelson. They were carried back home, and Sockington ran to his love, Washerio, to tell him about his wild adventure.
Many years later, Sockington and Washerio were still together. Sockington's sister lived to never become a sock puppet again.
Now he had one very large and obvious obstacle: the stairs. He always had human aid, but now he was on his own, for humans wouldn't help him this time. They had turned his sister into a sock puppet. Oh, if there was only a place they could go away to but he couldn't leave Washerio, his one true love.
With slow progress, he hopped up the steps one by one. He could feel the distance between his sister and him closing. That kept him going, and he finally, finally made it to the top of the stairs.
"I've made it!" He started to call for his sister. "Stockilla! Stockilla! Where art thou! It is I, Sockington!"
He searched the boxes, eagerly calling out for his sister. His search however, was soon interrupted by their cat: Mr. Nelson! He had always rubbed himself on Sockington when the kids were playing video games and he was resting on the table. He didn't have time to react when he was picked up by Mr. Nelson. The cat's mouth smelled disgusting and Sockington gagged. "Put me down Mr. Nelson! Bad kitty! I must find Stockilla!"
How embarrassing that his voice rose up an octave. None of his scolding changed the cat's actions, as the cat went down the stairs undoing all of his hard journey. The cat trotted out into the backyard where many times had Sockington been with the boys as they played soccer together. With a great leap Mr. Nelson jumped onto the fence and with impressive balance, stayed on top. He walked on top of the fence before suddenly jumping down without warning. Mr. Nelson walked through the tall grass, which got sticky seeds stuck to Sockington. Oh dear, was that black blob he saw over there a tick? How far would they go? Now he'd never have a chance to find his sister. Even worse, he'd never get to return to Washerio. Mr. Nelson stopped under a tree, and dropped Sockington onto the ground. Sockington picked himself up, and whatever dignity he had left with him.
"Is that Sockington?" A little voice asked. A familiar one.
"Stockilla?" He turned around to see his sister. "Stockilla!"
The two ran to each other and embraced. "Oh, Sockington, I'm so glad to see you! I've been waiting for what feels like eternity."
"You've been waiting-?" He asked.
"Yes, I have. I wanted to leave, but not without you. Do you know how horrible it is to be turned into a sock puppet?"
"But I can't leave Washerio!" Sockington exclaimed. "I can't leave, I'm sorry. But you can come back with me! They won't use you as a sock puppet ever again, I won't let them! Please, just come back with me."
Stockilla sighed. "Very well."
Stockilla whistled, summoning Mr. Nelson. They were carried back home, and Sockington ran to his love, Washerio, to tell him about his wild adventure.
Many years later, Sockington and Washerio were still together. Sockington's sister lived to never become a sock puppet again.
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