Sweetie Belle trotted downstairs, but did not see any socks. She did however see her Pop plopped on a pillow listening to the radio broadcast. Hoofball or something. Sweetie didn't really care much for sports. She did care for her missing socks however. Sweetie Belle searched the other rooms of the house, but it was fruitless. With a sigh, she trotted out the front door into the great wide open.

Author's Note

Go team go!