As I entered the house, I saw Mrs. Smith frantically searching for her favorite pair of socks.
I approached her and asked if she needed any help. She said they were nowhere to be found.
I suggested searching the living room, but she said they weren't there.
We searched the kitchen, but they were nowhere to be found.
I asked her if she had checked the laundry room, but she said no.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
I got up to answer it and found a note that said, "I'm sorry, I ate them."
It was signed, "The Sock Goblin."
Apparently, the Sock Goblin had been stealing socks for weeks.
But why did it steal Mrs. Smith's favorite socks?
Is it because she wore them with a hole in them?
Or was it because she didn't give it any cheese?