The sock bush was unexpected. It’s fruit each could be dried to produce a pair of socks. It was just one of many strange and wonderful plants in the forest of automated clothing. Each fruit produced a matched pair, with a unique design.
As many a weary traveller before me had done, I located a ripe fruit and broke it open on a rock. Had I been more patient, the husk of the sock fruit could be dried and turned into a rough but serviceable pair of sandals as well. I’m never that patient, but the socks are welcome.
Today was just a little different.
Every fruit I opened held only one sock. A left sock. There wasn’t a right sock to be found. Stranger yet, there were no fruit bearing pairs.
Something was eating all the right socks.
I wonder if there is a dryer monster loose in the forest again?