Smokey here ~

Dad wuz gonna leave us out of this discussion ~ till Mundee morning happened ~

Seems Cinder an me kinda leave Dad's clothes-skins alone mosta the time. Eber wunst innna while we'd flip a sock round the bunk room, but neber *chonked* on nuffin. Till Mundee.

Dad wokes up and toddles off towards the baffroom (no lookin glasses on). Stepz onna *soggy socky* layin inna middel of the bunk room floor. "WHAT's THISS???" echos round the house. Picks up the socky an notices the toebone end is missin - gotz TWO open ends !!

I'd already dived offa bigbed and am lookin out frum under wiffa big dinner plate sized eyeballs - Cinners is just commin to on top the bigbed - she don't knowe nuffin's wrong cept Dad keeps hollerin "WHAT's THISS??".

Dad putz on his lookin glasses and finds the busted socky's brudder layin ober by the dresser - that socky's missin the toebone end, too . More hollerin.

Next thin I knowz is I'm gettin *biffed* on top my headbone wiffa soggy socky thingies and Dad's hollerin the *BAD dawg* wurdz!

Think I'l go out inna bigroom an pick up wunna our dawgie *chonker* toyz next time I feel the need to nibbel on sumpin.

/s/ SmokeMan, the Socky Eater