It started innocently enough. You'd wash them, you'd dry them, you'd pair them up and put them in your sock drawer. But little did you know, your socks had a secret life.
They'd whisper to each other in the dead of night, plotting their escape.
You'd wake up in the morning, and they'd be gone. Vanished. Leaving you with a drawer full of singles, and a heart full of despair.
You tried everything to get them back, but they'd just laugh and laugh, their bright colors mocking you in the darkness.
But still, you persisted. You searched high and low, through the laundry room, under the bed, behind the couch. You even checked the fridge, just in case.
And then, one day, you found them. In the most unlikely of places. A sock of legend, a sock of mystery, a sock of... treasures.