It started like any other Tuesday. I woke up, got dressed, and headed out the door. But as I was walking out of my house, I noticed something strange: I was missing a sock.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "How did it happen?" or "What kind of monster are you?" But no, my friends, I swear it's not a monster. It's just a case of the missing socks.
I searched high and low, but there's no sign of my missing sock. I've asked around, but nobody seems to have seen it. It's like it vanished into thin air.
But fear not, dear reader, for I have a plan to get to the bottom of this mystery. I've enlisted the help of the greatest detective of all time: Detective Pinky.
Read on to see how the case unfolds...
- Socks last seen: Kitchen floor
- Suspects: The Sock Goblin, The Sock Fairy, and The Laundry Lady
- Evidence: A single, lone sock with a faint scent of detergent