The Holy Sock Trilogy
“Darn it!,” said Larry.
“What?,” said Mick.
“This sock which has a hole in it.”
Mick darned the Holy Sock.
“All hail the Holy Sock!,” said Larry.
“I can’t control the weather,” said Mick.
“Not that kind of hail.”
The Holy Sock fell from upon high.
(About five foot off the ground.)
It landed in the Holy Receptacle of Containment.
(The washing basket.)
It was transported to the Spinning Vortex of Desiccation.
It became one with Oblivion.
(It was lost.)
The Holy Sock was never seen again.
(The Holy Sock was never seen again.)
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