Just inside the drawer rested three pink socks. it was dark, quiet and secure in that drawer. None of the socks wished to leave it. they had no desire to see daylight, be pulled over sweaty feet, stuffed into smelly shoes and walked for hours over wet and muddy roads.

So, in the quiet stillness of their drawer, the three pairs of pink socks sent out waves of hatred for their owner. he fell down the stairs, broke his neck, fractured his skull, punctured his lungs, ruptured his spleen and died so after.

Never underestimate the power of your socks.