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One fine evening, our hero found another pair of clean socks outside her apartment door
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| A visit from the sock fairy?? | |
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| Why yes! It is I, the sock fairy! Leaving you mystical presents of sock-like quality! | |
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and in the end.. you take what you can get
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| Wow! But wait... these are used socks | |
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| But they have just been cleaned, have they not? Do not doubt me or my sword of cotton comfort will not be so pleasant lodged in your kidney. | |
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