Once upon a time, which is to say right now in some way, a sock woke up in a pile of washing and thought, "Where's my buddy, the other sock?"
Some say the socks have a party in the dark smelly cave called 'Washer', where they dance and tumble until the next wearing day comes, but one sock never came back.
This sock was named Henry and he was red with white dots, just like the little human loved to wear.
So Henry decided to do something about it and was going to ask the wise old grandmother's cat, who always knows the secrets of the sock world, but she was chasing a fluff ball instead.
To find other tales of lost things, like the story of Mariana's lost glove or Jason's missing shoe, you can explore the wonderful adventures/glove-mariana.html.
If you are curious about other socks and their funny stories, you might like to read about tales/sock-jason.html.