Charlie Smith’s Diary
Hello. My name’s Charlie Smith, and I’m eight years old now.
Eight years old is an important age in many people’s lives, but for me, it’s especially significant.
You probably wonder what a Eight year old boy is doing, writing a diary like this for other people to read.
But I’m no ordinary Eight year old…..and this is no ordinary story….
You see, some years ago, when I was just a little boy, before I started school and became “an extraordinary little person” (as my mommy often calls me) I used to do all the normal things that little five year old boys do.
I used to play and fight with my twin brother Terrence (who was an incredible nuisance, even though mom used to laugh and tell me he was only teasing…).
We used to play soccer in the back garden, jump in muddy pools, build little dams made of sticks and wood in the stream at the end of the garden, and generally have the same kind of fun that most normal boys do when they are out of mommy’s sight. We built a tree house, hid frogs in the kitchen, played marbles on the patio, put wriggly worms in mom’s bread bin and went on special adventures all round the local country farmlands. But we always got into trouble off mom for coming home filthy rotten dirty, so we spent lots of time in the bath, where we invented our own secret games of splash which made as much of a mess of the bathroom as we could ever possibly imagine.
But then Dad would come home from work, and he’d make more mess than any of us put together!
I can often remember mom telling Dad off and warning him that he was a bigger child than the lot of us. But he just smiled, told mom he loved her, and got away with making the kind of mess that Terrence and I could never get away with making (even though we’d tell her we loved her too…it just didn’t have the same effect for some reason…)
All until that fifth Christmas……
That was when Terrence and I both got matching clothes sets (you know the type, just because we looked the same, Nanna Smith thought we had to dress the same too….) So mom kitted us both out with the lovely knitted blue sleeveless home made jumpers, the little sky blue polo shirts, matching navy shorts and light blue cotton socks. They all said we looked so adorable, but underneath, Terrence and I couldn’t wait to go out and play so we could get them all grubby again and make mom take the tight polo shirts off so we could let rip in just t shirt and vests.
And that was when it first happened…..
We’d kicked a football around in the muddy back garden and splashed around in the dead leaves and muddy puddles all afternoon long. So much so that mom couldn’t tell us apart when she stripped us out of our wet clothes and threw them all into the big plastic washing basket she kept stashed away in the corner of our little back kitchen.
That was when I first saw them move…..
It was only a flash, but I swear I saw my clothes move all on their own. They wriggled and grumbled and squirmed ‘til they were comfy.
Unfortunately I was picked up by my dad and carried under his big thick strong arms then thrown into the fragrant bubble bath with Terrence, and he said I was just imagining things, so I forgot all about it until I went to sleep later that night.
I remember I smelt of Dewberry Fresh Fragrance Bubble Bath Oils and Lemon Scented Hair Conditioner. And I tossed and turned until I smelt the freshly laundered pillow cases with Silken Summer Fabric Conditioner as I drifted off to sleep with a happy smile on my five year old face.
That’s when it all became clear to me for the first time….
You see, part of the matching clothes set that my Nanna Smth had bought us for Christmas, was a lovely set of Junior Terry Towel socks. They were light blue and they matched everything else in Nanna’s special selection box. But they had writing on the sole which said “100% Terry” and my name
was written on the label.
“This set’s for Chuck” it said in Nanna’s spidery handwriting (because Nanna often called me Chuck, even though my name is really Charlie). And the other pair said “100% Terry” and “This pair belongs to Terrence” so that we didn’t get them mixed up at all, even though Terence has got much bigger feet than me and he’s bigger boned than me too. And it made Nanna laugh, because we were Chuck and Terry and our socks were Chuck and Terry too (she had a strange sense of humour our Nanna Smith, but mom said it was alright because she was special…) And so were we…! Daddy said I’d been dreaming when I told him about it the next day, but I know what I saw and I know it was true….because the next day, one of the socks had really gone missing and mom said she didn’t know quite where they disappeared to, but that it happened “ “every time she washed socks..….” So I said that one day I’d write it all down, and now that I’m eight, I can spell well enough to describe exactly what I saw….
It all happened when mom put all the washing into the washing machine before we went to bed that fifth Christmas night which is nearly three years ago now. I watched the little socks go into the drum, and I watched it spin around with all the bubbles and suds and warm water splashing round inside. And I could hear them laughing and giggling and shouting “yippee” and stuff like that as they gyrated to and fro.
|But my mom said not to sit too close to the machine in case the door burst open, so I sat back and watched them. Until one of the little blue socks flopped against the side of the glass door and took a breather on the side for a split second.
And he clearly winked at me as I sat there!
It was the little blue sock named Chuck and he clearly smiled a big smile and then dived back into the warm soapy water for another play in the suds with his twin and their friends.
I looked around the kitchen, but mom was out in the back garden hanging some other washing out, and Terrence was upstairs (probably playing with my toys, because he was never happy just playing with his own.)
So there was no one except me who really witnessed it. But It’s so true, and I knew if I told anyone they would never believe me. So I watched and I listened and I heard them all whooping it up and swimming
in the funny bubbly whirlpool.
I even knocked on the glass to catch their attention, but they were having so much fun I thought I’d leave
them all to it and then I’d wait ‘til they were all dry before I pegged them all out on the line and
interrogated them all later.
Oh that would be fun, but I’d have to be careful that my brother and my parents didn’t see. Or they’d
think I was being silly and they wouldn’t understand.
So I sat back and watched as the spin cycle came to an end and my mom came back in to get them all
She piled everything into her special basket and carried them all out into the back garden, but all the
time she was grumbling about something to herself.
“I don’t know where they disappear to” she kept saying. “They’ve only been worn the once, they can’t
possibly get lost this quickly” and she came back in to root through all the kitchen again. But the little
blue sock labelled “Chuck” was clearly nowhere to be seen and mom hung the others out on the line, but
they looked sad and uncomfortable with one of their partners being lost in the wash.
Anyway, we thought nothing of it until it was bedtime, and after mommy tucked us up in bed., and daddy
read us our bedtime story, I drifted off and dreamed about the little lost sock who’d been playing around
in mom’s lovely new washing machine.
It seemed pretty clear to me as I lay there in my lovely warm bed, that mom had just left Chuck lying in
the washing machine, where he’d taken advantage of the opportunity to go join all his other single sock
friends in the extraordinary little parallel dimension where all lost socks get whisked away to at some
stage in their lives. And I wasn’t quite sure if I was dreaming it, or whether Chuck had come back to tell
me what fun he was having with all his new playmates.
|You see, once Chuck found himself spirited away
into the heady happy world of Sockland, he soon
met up with a bundle of real characters.
The first sock he met, was a little pink girlie sock
who introduced herself as Ellie. And she told him
all about the laws of the universe that detailed how
all lost orphan socks would take on the
personalities of their own former owners. So her
owner had been a little Indie rock singer named
Ellie, and she was blessed with Ellie’s feisty
attitude (and sometime her temper as well!) But
Ellie was lovely, and she introduced Chuck to her
best friend in the whole of Sockland, a quirky little
boy sock named Slacker (who’s owner had a
strange manner of collecting odd things and not
ever standing on the cracks in the paving stones!)
But Ellie and Slacker showed little Chuck around
Sockland and became his mentors as he began to
find his feet.
Sockland was a mystical place, filled with Boilers and Dryers and massive big industrial landscapes with
huge metal water tanks. And all the many levels were linked by sets and sets of metal staircases, which
joined one level to the next and led on for miles and miles and miles and miles.
But oh what fun it was to investigate and explore all the many hidden surprises
Chuck could barely contain himself as Ellie led him up to the higher levels and he grabbed excitedly at
her hand. “Why does he do that” asked Chuck as they waited for Slacker to catch up with them both
“Do what?” scowled Ellie. “Talk to himself?”
“Yes” smiled Chuck. “It’s really most disconcerting”
“But there’s no harm to it” said Ellie understandingly as Slacker chunnered away to himself
“I know, but he keeps picking things up off the floor and my mommy used to say that you should never
pick things up if you don’t know where they’ve been” quizzed Chuck as he scratched his head and
watched Slacker lag behind them
“He has an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder” said Ellie as they walked away once again. “It means he
can’t control his compulsive habits, so he does things which you or I would think extraordinary, but to
him, they’re really really normal” Chuck watched as Slacker hid some nuts and bolts in his inside jacket
pocket, and he shrugged an understanding shrug as they all headed off towards the giant Central
Square of Sock Central with all its café’s and many coffee shops, sweet centres and chocolatier palaces.
He was having more fun in Sockland than he could ever remember having before in his life.
“So this is where all the lost socks disappear to” he whistled to himself as he watched some Roughian
Socks playing shove sock. “How do you do that” he asked Slacker, and before he could stop him,
Slacker had rolled him up into a little ball and shoved him into a Boiler Exhaust Pipe which sucked him
through a hundred different side pipes until it spat him out from an adjacent Downpipe on the other
side of the square.
Ellie and Slacker ran over to him, laughing at his surprised looking face from his first experience of
playing shove sock.
“You like it?” asked Ellie, ready to roll him up and do it all over again.
“It might take a bit of getting used to” croaked Chuck dizzily as he backed away nervously and
straightened himself out once again.
“Took Ellie years to get used to it” smiled Slacker. “In fact, I still don’t think she likes being rolled up in a
ball” he laughed as Ellie backed away from him and led them all back over to The Chocolatier’s Palace
in Sock Central.
“But all socks love chocolate sauce” grinned Slacker as he bounded after her, avoiding the cracks in the
pavements as he went.
“They certainly do “ agreed Chuck quietly, so no one else could hear him. Although he needn’t have bothered
whispering, there were no outsiders in Sockland that he needed to keep his animated side hidden from.
Ellie scooped a cup full of hot chocolate sauce from the milk chocolate fountain “You ever been for a
Fabric Conditioner Soak” she quizzed as she eyed Chuck up and down curiously for a moment .
“Well, I’ve had some added to my final rinse, if that’s what you mean” Chuck nodded
“You haven’t lived” chirped Slacker. “A Fabric Conditioner Soak is when you lie in a big vat of warmed
Silken Summer Fragrance Fabric Conditioner with a chilled Soaker Cola topped up with ice cubes and
“Mmmmm” smiled Ellie as she finished her cup of hot chocolate. “That’s where we’re going to go next
then” and she led them all out into the sunlight while Chuck and Slacker drank their own hot chocolate
sauces and ran outside straight after her.
“Oh you’re gonna love this” warned Slacker as they ran.
Ellie led them high up the steel staircases onto one of the upper steel floors which led to a large open
topped vat of bubbling creamy pink waters, filled with floating happy socklets. Chuck caught the scent of
the fragrant conditioner first and he almost melted at the thought of soaking in such a warm creamy
delicious bubble bath.
Ellie and Slacker caught him day dreaming and they grabbed a hold of him quickly, rolled him into a ball
between them, and threw him into the deep end with a big floppy SPLASH. But Chuck didn’t sink. He
just floated on the surface as though he was the lightest sock afloat, and he wallowed in the pretty
bubbly fabric conditioner, lathering it up all over him ‘til he was covered and soaked all over by its
comforting and rejuvenating properties.
“Oh this is just the most wonderful feeling in the world” he chirped happily. “Unadulterated bliss”
Slacker and Ellie jumped in beside him and they all played around in the sunshine for an hour.
“What time will I have to go back” asked Chuck in all innocence as they gambolled in the sunshine.
Slacker and Ellie looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and surprise.
“Why, there’s no going back” offered Slacker as the realisation registered with Chuck. “Once a sock is in
Sockland, no one ever wants to go home at all.”
|But Chuck was worried about Terry and the twins
he’d left behind “I need to get back though, I’ve got
family and friends I want to see again” he muttered
Ellie and Slacker looked concerned for Chuck’s
happiness as they climbed out of the Conditioner
Soak and dried off in the warm sun.
“I know” said Ellie. “Let’s go and ask the advice of
old Amos. If anyone knows a way to get home then
the wise old sage of Sockland will have a solution".
And she led them all off on an adventure to find
Amos, who lived in a part of the old Boiler Room
Township about a mile away from where they were
Chuck tagged along behind them as they headed
away from the built up centre of Sockland.
They climbed up onto one of the very highest levels and Chuck whistled as he saw the incredible vista
beneath him. In the distance he could see the rolling green grass of the Hosierywood Hills and down
below was an incredibly complex industrial heartland of the city itself. It looked magnificent.
“Yo, hurry along there slow coach” shouted Slacker, and Chuck ran along after them until he caught up
with Ellie who was leading the way.
“So who is Amos then” he asked her quietly.
“Amos is perhaps the oldest, wisest and most respected of socks in all Sockland” she volunteered
jauntily as she climbed back down to a clearing underneath them. “He knows just about every sock in
every single dimension and he’s been here for absolutely ages”.
Ellie led them into an open space between the industrialised machinery and Chuck looked awe-struck at
the way they’d fashioned an intersection with little houses out of all the pipes and tubes and metalwork
all around them.
“There he is, there he is” babbled Slacker as he ran across the roadway in between socks riding
little motor scooters who all beeped their horns at him
Amos was sitting on a wooden porch, smoking a big old-fashioned pipe as they pushed his gate open.
And Chuck was surprised to see that he appeared to be expecting them.
“Hello children” Amos muttered in between puffs on his old pipe.
“Hiya Amos” chuckled Slacker as he hopped from one foot to the other in excitement.
“Settle down Slacker” grinned Amos. “Looks like you’ve brought The Chosen One to see me at last”
Ellie and Slacker looked stunned as Amos peered over his glasses at Chuck who now stood alongside
“The, the, the Chosen One?” questioned Ellie in surprise as Amos looked Chuck over.
|“Yup, looks like that’s who you’ve brought up my
path with you today honey” smiled Amos. “Am I
right , boy? Are you the one who wants to leave
Sockland and find a way back home”
Chuck looked astonished. “Errr…well….I’m kind
of…err…not sure…” stammered Chuck as they all
stared at him for ages.
“Not so good with his interaction skills for a
legend, is he?” laughed Amos
“I don’t think he knows about The Legend, Amos”
“Well, be that as it may,” smiled the elderly wise
old sock. “You know the only way to escape is
with the permission of The Committee.”
Amos half-turned and stared up at the highest skyscraper in the district right behind them. “And the only
way you’ll get to see them is with the help of old Hutch up there. And only The Chosen One gets in to
see him these days….”
Chuck was confused, and didn’t understand why Amos kept referring to him as The Chosen One.
But Amos wasn’t telling, and he ushered them away as he tried to bask in the weakening rays of the late
afternoon sunshine. “Now be off with you little ‘uns, and let me catch my sun” he chunnered as he
motioned them away. “Go chase your goals and live your dreams….” And they strolled off down his path
and headed back toward Sox Towers in the heights up above them.
Chuck skilfully evaded the fast moving socks on scooters, which whizzed by them as they crossed back
over the busy intersection roadway towards Sox Towers. “What did he mean when he called me the
Chosen One” he asked as he pulled on Ellie’s sleeve. “What was The Legend he kept mentioning, and
how will I get home to see my brother Terry again” he quizzed relentlessly.
But Ellie wasn’t talking, she was too busy leading the way and had a look of steely determination
emblazoned right across her face.
“There’s an ancient Sockland Fable about an innocent, honest, little blue sock who reverses the gateway
from one dimension to another” chirped Slacker helpfully from behind him.
“And you think that’s me?” asked Chuck incredulously.
“Amos certainly does” snapped Ellie as she disappeared up another ladder.
“And Amos is never wrong about these things” added Slacker as Chuck spun round dizzily trying to keep
up with both conversations at once.
“Whoah, whoah, whoah,” muttered Chuck as he tried to come to terms with his new legendary status.
“I’m just a normal little boy, doing a normal little job of living a normal little life in a normal little way”
“Exactly” quipped Ellie. “You’re so normal you’re extraordinary”
“But I can’t be anything special”
“And that’s what’s so special about you” laughed Slacker. “You can’t see just how gifted you are”
“Well in that case, everybody is special” grunted Chuck in his confusion
“Precisely” agreed Ellie. “Everybody is special, and that’s the secret of the legend."
Chuck stopped in his tracks and looked at Ellie with his hand stroking his chin in bewilderment. Ellie was
looking up at the massive skyscraper right above them
“We’re here” she nodded, looking highly pleased with herself.
“So what now” asked a dazed looking Chuck
“We go up” laughed Slacker and he bounded up the staircase then headed inside the big tower block in
front of them.
Ellie sprinted up the stairs after him, and Chuck climbed up the steps too, still looking befuddled with his
part in all this, but knowing he’d have to play his role out if it meant getting back home to his loved ones.
And they all disappeared inside the steel and glass tower office block as the sun began to set on all
Sockland behind them.
Outside in the street, a swoosh of fast moving wind left the dry leaves blowing in the wake of a group of
Free Runner Socks who swept past the building at high speed…
Ellie led Chuck and Slacker up to the top floor in an elevator and a high pitched “ding” let them know
they’d arrived on the thirty first floor. They stepped out opposite the entrance to the Penthouse Suite and
Chuck looked out of the side window at the roadway far below them
“Who are they?” he asked quizzically as he watched the gang of socks jumping from one building to
Slacker ran to the window and looked fascinated as he looked way down below where they stood too.
“Cor blimey, that’s the Hosieryville Free Runner Display Team” he enthused as they watched them leap
from roof top to roof top.
“You really must be the Chosen One, because no one ever gets to see them at this time of day”
marvelled Ellie as she pressed on the magnificent Penthouse Doorbell.
A black suited Butler Sock opened the door rather dramatically, and he spoke with a cut glass English
accent. “Master Hutch is expecting you” he announced rather pompously, and then led them inside to a
beautifully crafted lounge where they all waited for their host.
“You must be Chuck, cobber” boomed a man’s voice with an Australian twang, and Chuck turned around
suddenly to see a middle aged sock in an expensive looking suit with a pair of big horn rimmed glasses
perched on the very end of his nose. “Amos predicted you’d make it here one day” he laughed as he
took a seat opposite them. “Sit down, sit down, don’t be standing on ceremony on my account” he said
as he motioned for them to take a seat on a couch opposite him.
Chuck sat uncomfortably on the big padded sofa, and Ellie perched on the edge of her cushion as
Slacker struggled to climb up on the seat.
|“You must be Ellie, and you must be Slacker” smiled
the Australian sock. “My name’s Hutch, and they tell
me you know nothing about the prophesy that
predicts you’ll lead all the Orphaned Socks of
Sockland back out to the real word”
“First I’ve heard of it” mumbled Chuck with a crumpled
frown etched right across his brow.
“Hmmmn….” wondered Hutch aloud. “You see, I have
a problem with that Prophesy, Chuck” he stood up
and wandered to the plate glass window overlooking
all Sockland. “You see, if one sock escapes, then
pretty much every sock will want to go too, and that
might leave no sock here in this realm, which will
render me useless” he turned back to face Chuck
sharply “Quite a dilemma I’m sure you’ll agree”.
“I don’t want to take anyone with me Sir,” pleaded Chuck. “I just want to get home to see my family and
friends again as quickly as possible”.
Chuck stood up and crossed the richly carpeted floor to stand face to face with the stern faced
Australian sock who peered down his nose at him.
“Well,” sneered Hutch as he turned away to stare out the window once again. “I think the Committee
may well have a reason to forbid you to try” He walked away to a door, which led, past his forbidding
looking Butler. “But the legend says that your friends will help you find a way” he whispered almost
begrudgingly, and as he spoke, he disappeared out of their view and the Butler led them back out to the
“Pretty strange sock” queried Chuck as The Butler led them to the elevator.
“Pretty much the most powerful sock in all Sockland” said the butler haughtily as he pressed the ground
floor button and stepped back out of the lift. “Have a nice day” he sneered as the doors closed shut and
the lift headed back down again rapidly.
“Seemed a quick and painful experience all round” laughed Slacker as he bent down to pick up a loose
nut and washer that was rolling around on the floor.
“I don’t think so” smiled Ellie. “He didn’t exactly forbid us from trying, did he” she laughed as she led
them back down the outer staircase to the Boiler Room where they’d first met with their new friend.
“Seems to me that the best way to get back home, is the same way I got in” chirped Chuck brightly. “Just
because The Committee won’t help me doesn’t mean I can’t have a go at escaping myself” and he
began to inspect all the pipes and exhaust funnels that made the Boiler Room so special.
“Must be some way of reversing the polarity” he queried as he squeezed a thick hose and jumped out of
the way from a steam jet which near blew him across the Boiler Room.
“I’m going to dig out a copy of The Legend” said Ellie as she rooted around through some old books and
magazines in a dusty old filing cabinet. “Maybe the translation might show us a way of achieving our
Chuck watched Slacker turn out all the bits and pieces he’d collected off the floor from his pockets and
he poured them all into individual glass jars. “Why do you do that?” he asked curiously, and Slacker just
“No one knows” he smiled. “I just feel compelled to collect them and I can’t focus unless I keep them all
separated specifically in their own appropriate glass casings where I can keep my eye on them.”
Chuck scratched his head and nodded admiringly at the glass jars. “It’s really pretty cool” he grinned as
Slacker appreciated the interest. “I bet they’ll come in really useful one day….”
They both turned in alarm as Ellie yelped in glee from behind them.
“Here it is” she chortled. “Here’s the translation of the actual prophecy” and she held up a magazine with
an article about the Sockoglyphic etchings on a cave wall dating back to Neanderthal times.
“Wow” marvelled Chuck. “That looks amazing” as he read the article telling all about a Chosen Sock who
would deliver all Sockland from one realm to the real world. “Doesn’t quite predict how we’re gonna do it
though, does it?” he muttered sadly as the realisation struck home.
“Oh you’re such a defeatist” laughed Ellie. “The fun of anything worthwhile is always in the struggle”.
Slacker and Chuck looked at each other in amazement as Ellie began to tie pipes together and block off
some of the vent outlets all around her.
“Don’t just stand there” she chirped. “Get stuck into these hoses and let’s reverse the thrust”
Chuck and Slacker both jumped into action and they toiled away for over an hour before anyone else
“What on earth’s going on here?” suddenly asked an old stern soldier sock who stumbled in on them as
they just about finished.
“Oh, we’re helping Chuck here to escape from Sockland” answered Slacker very brightly, and he pulled
out a board with some chalk so that Chuck could explain what they needed to do.
The old Army Sock nodded appreciatively and called some more of his friends in.
“This must be our Chosen One” he muttered and held his hand out to shake Chuck’s hand in support.
“I’m The General” he smiled “and my troops here will help anyone who can fulfil the ancient prophecy”.
And they all sat around as Chuck drew up a plan to reverse the thrust of the machinery to take them all
back to wherever they wanted to go.
“Only problem is” said Chuck, “we don’t have enough hands to tie off all these hoses, pipes and outlets
in order to turn the machinery back on itself”.
|Slacker began to hop from one foot to the other
in the background. “Oooh, oh, oh, err…Chuck,
maybe I can help” he volunteered nervously.
Chuck looked at him curiously. “All on your own?”
“Errr, no” he stammered. “Maybe these will help
though” Slacker stepped aside and let everyone
see his collection of nuts, bolts, screws and
“I don’t understand” queried Chuck. “What
exactly are you saying?”
“Well, I think if everyone here helps out, we could
tie things off and seal them all down with all this
bric a brac I’ve got here. That would mean we’d
need less hands to hold everything in place, and
you could get back home on your own”.
“But then you’d all be left here alone” muttered Chuck. “And you’re all my new friends now, so I’d like to
take you all home with me too”.
“Ain’t gonna happen” snapped Ellie. “You promised Hutch you wouldn’t take anyone else with you, and if
we’re gonna get this thing working, we’re all gonna have to buckle down and hold things in place.”
“Better you get home on your own tonight to save your siblings” said The General. “We’re all quite used
to things here as it is. We’ll be all right, as long as The Chosen One returns…” The rest of the socks all
nodded their heads in agreement and applauded the General’s wisdom.
“Oh I’ll be back” smiled Chuck. “Once we’ve got this thing going backwards and forwards, we can slip in
between the two worlds whenever we want to. I can have holidays down here every weekend and no
one would ever miss me.”
“And we could pop back home with you through the week” smiled Slacker “just as long as no one finds
us stashed away in the back corner of a long forgotten sock drawer”.
They all laughed as Ellie and Slacker began to hand out nuts and bolts from Slacker’s collection. And
everyone began to seal off all the vents in the Boiler Room as Chuck readied himself to take a running
jump into the solitary open downspout that would lead him back to the real world.
“I hope this really works” whispered Ellie to Slacker. “Because if anyone deserved to go home to save
Terry, it’s Chuck. He deserves all the success in the world for being such a nice, polite, well-mannered
little sock. And all good things come to nice socks like him!”
Slacker nodded and tied the last of his downspouts off to signal he was ready.
“Everybody ready” shouted Chuck, who looked more than a little nervous at the prospect of jumping into
an unknown downspout.
All the socks in the Boiler Room registered their readiness and Chuck looked up at everyone he was
about to leave behind.
|“You know,” he smiled as he got ready to run. “I
think if everyone just let go of their pipes and let
the nuts and bolts see if they can hold all the
pressure, we could all have a go at getting through
in one fell swoop?”
All the socks in the Boiler Room muttered as Ellie
urged Chuck to try it out first.
“You go through Chuck, you’re The Chosen One”
she said, and Chuck began his run up to the only
open vent in the whole of the Sockland Boiler
It seemed like an eternity before he actually
jumped into the downspout and suddenly, all the
pipes and vents began to bulge and swell up as
they had done when Slacker had played shove
sock with him earlier on in the day.
Whistles began to pipe up, sirens began to wail, and Chuck disappeared through a whirling vortex into a
wormhole that spirited him away back into the real world.
All the socks looked at one another as the Chosen One disappeared out of their sight.
“Well, what are we waiting for then” shouted Slacker. “The Legend predicts that the Chosen One will free
all of Sockland” he shouted as he ran as fast as he could and threw himself in after Chuck.
|“Geronimo….” yelped Ellie as she followed Slacker
through the tubes, and all the socks in The Boiler
Room raced to jump in behind him too!
Pipes bulged, hoses filled up and steam spurted out
from every available aperture. But the machinery
held together perfectly and all the orphaned socks of
Sockland whirled their way through the vortex until
they all poured out into my mom’s tiny little kitchen.
That was when my dream ended, and my alarm
woke me up from my slumber.
And I couldn’t be sure if Chuck had really come and
spoken to me in my sleep through the night, or if it
had all been just a dream about the special little
world that socks all disappear to when they get lost
in the wash..
But funnily enough, when mom checked out the laundry basket later that weekend, there was a
matching pair of every sock we’d ever thought had gone missing. And Chuck was back paired up in a
ball with his little partner Terry.
We had quite a full washing basket that week that’s for sure.
|But no one would believe me when I told them at first, they all just thought I’d made up a really funny
little children’s story. But you watch your laundry
next time it’s in the washing machine. I bet you’ll see
one of the little children’s socks winking at you in an
impish little fashion.
And I know your mom will tell you her version of why
the odd sock goes missing for weeks and weeks on
They just slip off over to Sockland for a holiday, and
some of them never come back
But those that do, tell wondrous tales of adventure
and happy memories.
Maybe next year, we’ll hear more about the
adventures of The Chosen One in Sockland….
Let’s cross our fingers and wait and see……….