Once upon a time, there was a pair of unfinished socks not taken on holiday by their knitter. They were lonely.
Until... along came a bunny.
This bunny looks a lot like another very handsome bunny you may recall, whose name is Toffee, and whose obsession is handknit socks that are invariably not for him, not that a bunny as wonderful as Toffee would harbour any sort of resentment about that. At all.
This bunny is smaller than Toffee and still a baby. Her name is Biscuit, and she came to live in the condo after moving day, and chose to make her home in the knitting chair offering companionship to anybody who might be knitting, or trying to use the awkwardly placed phone, or recharging in the sun patch after hours of complicated unpacking.
Biscuit listened to the lonely socks, who mostly just wanted somebody to talk to.
She gave one a hug,
and offered to do some knitting on the other.
When that didn't work, she tried checking for tonsils.
Silly Biscuit. Socks don't have tonsils! They do have hairballs sometimes though, and you don't want to get in the way of those.
la la la the end (before things get really messy)
ps Mary will be back on Monday, probably without any handknit socks for me in her bag. again.