Missing Socks

So, I thought that I would make one nonsense post out of all these catch-up posts. My inspiration from this one came from my last day at band camp. I lost a sock. Now, this wouldn’t be a problem all on its own, but I remember exactly what happened to this sock last night. I kicked it off before going to bed and placed it under the bed. So, what the hell happened to my sock? For that matter, what happened to the other thousands of socks that I’ve lost?

Then it hit me. Narnia.

Yes, I’ve figured it out. All our missing socks have, in fact, found their way to Narnia. How did his happen? I don’t know. I just know that my socks were there one day and gone the next. So, the logical assumption would be that somebody wanted to steal my socks?

But wait, you say. Narnia is filled with harmless wood animals and good-hearted people. Why would they want to steal my socks when they’re obviously so innocent?

Well, it was tough to come up with a motive for this, but then it dawned on me. That goat, or man, or whatever he is, Tumnus, is pretty furry. I suspect Tumnus has a secret sock fetish that he’s been hiding from us all the time:

(This image was drawn in three minutes using Paint on a shaky bus. So sue me.)

So, if you’ve ever been wondering what happens to your socks whenever they go missing, they’ve probably been used by that goat-man in acts too sick to post here.

By the way, you can keep that sock.