Mom got a new supply of fleecy socks for the winter. She said I could play with them before she put them away. I could hardly believe my good fortune.
Even though they were clean and not all dirty and stuff, I adore them all.
I played and scattered them and whapped them and carried them through the house. I even sang a little song.
Thanks mom! You can wear them now. Can I have them back when you get them all smelly?