24th Jan 2025
Zac had a sock problem. A big, frustrating sock problem! “Why does this keep happening?” he groaned as he stared at one lonely rocket sock. “Am I living in a sock-eating black hole?” He scratched his messy hair and looked under his bed, behind the curtains, and even in the dog’s bed. What a mess!
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One sunny morning, Zac was packing for a beach trip. He folded his favorite T-shirts and lined up his brightest socks. But as he zipped his suitcase, he noticed something odd. “Wait a minute,” he muttered, “where’s my other rocket sock?” That's when Zac decided to set a trap; he picked the shiniest sock and hid behind the sofa with popcorn, ready to catch the thief.
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