Emily and the Sock Monster

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Emily and the sock Monster. Emily had a big problem.
Every morning, one of her socks would be missing, not both,
just one. On Monday, her fuzzy pink sock disappeared. On Tuesday,
her rainbow striped sock vanished. By Wednesday, she only had
one pair of mismatched socks left, a red one with

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stars and a blue one with bananas. Her mom said,
maybe you'd dropped them behind the dryer. Her dad said,
you probably forgot where you put them. Even her little
brother Daniel just giggled and said maybe the sock monster
took them. That made Emily stop. What if he did?

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She whispered. That night, Emily got out her detective notebook,
a flashlight, and her magnifying glass. She tiptoed to her
room and whispered to her last two socks stay where
you are. I have a plan, Operation sock Watch. Emily
didn't go to sleep right away. She sat up in

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bed with her flashlight and watched the laundry basket nothing.
She watched the closet, still nothing. She watched the sock
drawer just quiet. Then Russell, something small darted from under
her bed. Emily held her breath. She watched as a
tiny shape about the size of a kitten tiptoed across

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the room. It had stubby legs, big ears, and was
wearing a sock. Her missing pink sock was on its
head like a hat. Emily's eyes went wide. It's real,
she gasped. The little creature opened her sock drawer, carefully
pulled out the starry red sock and stuffed it into

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a sack made entirely of socks. It started to tiptoe away.
No you don't, Emily whispered. She jumped out of bed,
but the little creature was too fast. It zipped under
the bed and vanished. Building the trap the next day
Emily was ready. She took her last banana sock and

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placed it in the middle of her room like bait.
Around it, she built a circle of pillows with yarns
stretched across like a tripwire. In the corner, she placed
a small box propped up with a pencil. The moment
the tripwire was pulled, the pencil would fall and trap
the monster. I call it the giggler's snare, she grinned.

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Then she waited and waited. At midnight, flump the box fell.
Emily turned on her flashlight and ran over inside the box.
Blinking up at her with big round eyes was the
sock Monster. It wasn't scary at all. It looked like
a tiny teddy bear with wild, frizzy hair and socks

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for clothes. It wore a polka dot sock like a cape,
and had a button on its chest like a badge.
Hi it squeaked. I'm pooful, you are real. Emily said,
why are you stealing my socks? Poofle's lip wobbled. I
I wasn't stealing, I was borrowing. I needed them to

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build my home. My cave got cold, and socks are cozy.
Emily tilted her head. Your home, Poofle nodded, under your bed,
want to see the sock fork kingdom? Carefully, Emily lifted
her bed skirt. Inside was a tiny sock cave like
nothing she had ever seen. Tunnels made from tube socks,

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walls of folded wooly pears, a soft mattress made of
puffy slipper socks, and hanging from the ceiling like decorations
were little baby socks on strings. Oh my goodness, Emily said,
I tried to pick ones that weren't being used Poofle said,

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but I needed enough to stay warm. My cousins are
visiting next week. Emily smiled, well, you could ask before borrowing.
People think I'm just messy. Poofle's cheeks turned pink. I
didn't mean to get you in trouble. I have an idea,
said Emily. The sock agreement. The next day, Emily brought

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Pooful a basketful of unmatched socks from the laundry room.
These are all the lonely socks that lost their pears.
You can use these. Poofule squealed with joy. Thank you,
thank you, and Emily added, I'll let you keep borrowing
one fun sock each week as long as you return

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it on Sundays and make a little note in my
notebook so I know where it is. Deal, Poofle said,
shaking her pinky with this fuzzy paw. That night, Poofle
wrote in the notebook, sock borrowed green with ducks, reason
pillow for my aunt's sniffle return date Sunday smells like lemons.

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Emily giggled. It was the first time she'd ever laughed
about losing socks. The secret keeper. From that day on,
Emily and poofl became great friends. Sometimes she'd leave him
tiny marshmallows, and he'd leave her glittery buttons or miniature
drawings made from crayon shavens. No one else ever saw

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the sock Monster, not mom, not Dad, and definitely not Daniel,
but Emily knew. Every week she'd open her sock drawer,
find one funsock missing, check her notebook, and smile. Some
secrets are just too fuzzy and magical to share. The
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