His jersey was not in the washer. It wasn't in his closet. He had rummaged through his dirty clothes hamper, coming up empty handed. The dresser was his next place to look. Once again he found nothing. Oliver looked under his bed and when he didn't find it there he wonder if a monster under the bed took it. But then he knew. The dryer. It was in the dryer.
Oliver hated the dryer. It always stole his socks and now it had taken his soccer jersey. He would venture inside and fetch his jersey. His game started soon, and they were supposed to arrive early to warm up.
The laundry room was Oliver's least favorite room in the whole house. The washer and dryer stood side by side like conjoined twins. In this case the dryer was the evil one. To the left of the appliances lay piles and piles of clothing his mother had yet to fold. He had already gone under and searched through for this jersey. It wasn't there, that was for sure.
Opening the mouth of the cold white giant, Oliver thought of asking his mom to go inside for him. He knew she wouldn't be happy he had lost his jersey. It was her fault though, she's the one who washed his clothes, he was only eight years old for Pete's sake! Oliver climbed inside and shut the door. Not knowing what to expect he squeezed his eyes shut.
The hellish landscape was dry and cracked; spotted with a few angry and gnarled trees. Socks and other unmentionables laid languid, creating an image somewhat similar to Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory. In the ominous distance stood a castle which obviously housed some malicious character. Yet, the air smelled overwhelmingly fresh. Oliver looked around and wondered what he had gotten himself into.
He noticed a small white serpentine form crawling like an inch worm toward him. He wondered if he should step on it. Paralyzed by the strangeness of his situation, Oliver watched as the figure got closer. The creature raised what appeared to be it's head and looked at him. At least he thought it was looking at him, it had no eyes. He didn't know whether to laugh or scream when he realized it was a sock.
“Oliver?” the sock asked.
“Um...yes?” Oliver's meek voice responded.
“What on Earth are you doing here?” the sock questioned.
“I'm...looking for my soccer jersey? Did I fall asleep?” Oliver said with a puzzled look on his face.
“No, you're inside the dryer. You better head back, he has your soccer jersey not. The dryer can be a dangerous place ”
“Who does? I need it back! I have a game today.”
“Fluffy the Fabric Softener Sheet Monster ”
“He doesn't sound very scary.”
“Tell that to all the socks he torments day in and day out.”
“Didn't his mother tell him not to take things that don't belong to him?”
“That's not exactly the point...”
“Well does he live in that big castle over there? I'm going to go tell him to give it back”
“Yes, but I don't think it's very wise to go over there..”
“Okay, thank you” And with that Oliver left the lonely sock to his cumbrous thoughts.
Oliver traversed the dying terrain, feeling pity for all the socks dirty and writhing with holes where their heels should be. As he approached the dwelling of Fluffy the Fabric Softener Sheet Monster, Oliver reminded himself to say please and thank you.
Oliver arrived at the door of the enormous residence. His eyes scanned for a doorbell but there was none in sight. He lifted his hand and knocked three times.
No one came to the door. There was no sound from within.
He knocked again, the same reaction taking place. Oliver reached for the doorknob and let himself in. The door squeaked and Oliver heard the echoes of his feet shuffling along the floor.
“Hello?” He called.
There was no reply. Oliver walked down the hallway straight ahead of him, not knowing where it would take him. He heard a soft rumble which he recognized. A dryer.
Oliver turned and walked toward the sound. He traveled down a flight of stairs to what he considered the basement. The dryer let out an obnoxious beep, telling whomever started the load that it was finished. He heard the mellow yet heavy sound of what could only be a fabric softener monster drawing near. Oliver spied a small closet, just small enough to hide an eight year old boy, and leaped inside.
With an overly perfumed entrance, Fluffy arrived in the laundry room. Oliver stared at the tower of fabric softener. The monster leaned over and took his clothes out of the dryer. In his bundle Oliver spied the uproarious green which could only be his jersey.
“Hey that's mine!” Oliver cried as he jumped from his hiding place.
“Who are you?” The blob of fabric softener sheets said.
“I'm Oliver and you stole my soccer jersey so give it back!” Oliver pointed to the luminous green.
“Finders keepers.” Fluffy declared.
“It's mine. I need it!” Oliver jumped at Fluffy reaching for the jersey.
“Too bad.”
An epic battle of tug-of-war began between boy and fabric softener sheet monster. Being that Fluffy was made of feather light material, he didn't stand a chance against the 60 pounds that was Oliver. Oliver used all his might and successfully grabbed the jersey from Fluffy's grip. Fluffy flew backward into the dryer. Oliver, thinking quick, ran to the dryer and slammed the door. He turned the dryer to a hour long timed dry on high heat. That would give him plenty of time to escape.
He ran through the house crushing the jersey against his chest. Bursting through the door, Oliver's eyes frantically searched for a way home. He could see a dryer identical to the one at his house so he ran toward it. He climbed inside and shut the door. Once again he shut his eyes tightly.
He pressed on the door and tumbled to the floor, jersey in hand.
“Oliver are you ready to go?” He heard his mom call.
“Just a second.” Oliver called back.
In his uniform, he ran up the stairs and nearly plowed his mother down.
“Whoa, Oliver! We're not in that big of a rush. Go wait in the car I'll be right out.” His mother tousled his hair.
Oliver did just that. While sitting in the car he considered how to tell his mom to use liquid fabric softener instead.
Oliver hated the dryer. It always stole his socks and now it had taken his soccer jersey. He would venture inside and fetch his jersey. His game started soon, and they were supposed to arrive early to warm up.
The laundry room was Oliver's least favorite room in the whole house. The washer and dryer stood side by side like conjoined twins. In this case the dryer was the evil one. To the left of the appliances lay piles and piles of clothing his mother had yet to fold. He had already gone under and searched through for this jersey. It wasn't there, that was for sure.
Opening the mouth of the cold white giant, Oliver thought of asking his mom to go inside for him. He knew she wouldn't be happy he had lost his jersey. It was her fault though, she's the one who washed his clothes, he was only eight years old for Pete's sake! Oliver climbed inside and shut the door. Not knowing what to expect he squeezed his eyes shut.
The hellish landscape was dry and cracked; spotted with a few angry and gnarled trees. Socks and other unmentionables laid languid, creating an image somewhat similar to Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory. In the ominous distance stood a castle which obviously housed some malicious character. Yet, the air smelled overwhelmingly fresh. Oliver looked around and wondered what he had gotten himself into.
He noticed a small white serpentine form crawling like an inch worm toward him. He wondered if he should step on it. Paralyzed by the strangeness of his situation, Oliver watched as the figure got closer. The creature raised what appeared to be it's head and looked at him. At least he thought it was looking at him, it had no eyes. He didn't know whether to laugh or scream when he realized it was a sock.
“Oliver?” the sock asked.
“Um...yes?” Oliver's meek voice responded.
“What on Earth are you doing here?” the sock questioned.
“I'm...looking for my soccer jersey? Did I fall asleep?” Oliver said with a puzzled look on his face.
“No, you're inside the dryer. You better head back, he has your soccer jersey not. The dryer can be a dangerous place ”
“Who does? I need it back! I have a game today.”
“Fluffy the Fabric Softener Sheet Monster ”
“He doesn't sound very scary.”
“Tell that to all the socks he torments day in and day out.”
“Didn't his mother tell him not to take things that don't belong to him?”
“That's not exactly the point...”
“Well does he live in that big castle over there? I'm going to go tell him to give it back”
“Yes, but I don't think it's very wise to go over there..”
“Okay, thank you” And with that Oliver left the lonely sock to his cumbrous thoughts.
Oliver traversed the dying terrain, feeling pity for all the socks dirty and writhing with holes where their heels should be. As he approached the dwelling of Fluffy the Fabric Softener Sheet Monster, Oliver reminded himself to say please and thank you.
Oliver arrived at the door of the enormous residence. His eyes scanned for a doorbell but there was none in sight. He lifted his hand and knocked three times.
No one came to the door. There was no sound from within.
He knocked again, the same reaction taking place. Oliver reached for the doorknob and let himself in. The door squeaked and Oliver heard the echoes of his feet shuffling along the floor.
“Hello?” He called.
There was no reply. Oliver walked down the hallway straight ahead of him, not knowing where it would take him. He heard a soft rumble which he recognized. A dryer.
Oliver turned and walked toward the sound. He traveled down a flight of stairs to what he considered the basement. The dryer let out an obnoxious beep, telling whomever started the load that it was finished. He heard the mellow yet heavy sound of what could only be a fabric softener monster drawing near. Oliver spied a small closet, just small enough to hide an eight year old boy, and leaped inside.
With an overly perfumed entrance, Fluffy arrived in the laundry room. Oliver stared at the tower of fabric softener. The monster leaned over and took his clothes out of the dryer. In his bundle Oliver spied the uproarious green which could only be his jersey.
“Hey that's mine!” Oliver cried as he jumped from his hiding place.
“Who are you?” The blob of fabric softener sheets said.
“I'm Oliver and you stole my soccer jersey so give it back!” Oliver pointed to the luminous green.
“Finders keepers.” Fluffy declared.
“It's mine. I need it!” Oliver jumped at Fluffy reaching for the jersey.
“Too bad.”
An epic battle of tug-of-war began between boy and fabric softener sheet monster. Being that Fluffy was made of feather light material, he didn't stand a chance against the 60 pounds that was Oliver. Oliver used all his might and successfully grabbed the jersey from Fluffy's grip. Fluffy flew backward into the dryer. Oliver, thinking quick, ran to the dryer and slammed the door. He turned the dryer to a hour long timed dry on high heat. That would give him plenty of time to escape.
He ran through the house crushing the jersey against his chest. Bursting through the door, Oliver's eyes frantically searched for a way home. He could see a dryer identical to the one at his house so he ran toward it. He climbed inside and shut the door. Once again he shut his eyes tightly.
He pressed on the door and tumbled to the floor, jersey in hand.
“Oliver are you ready to go?” He heard his mom call.
“Just a second.” Oliver called back.
In his uniform, he ran up the stairs and nearly plowed his mother down.
“Whoa, Oliver! We're not in that big of a rush. Go wait in the car I'll be right out.” His mother tousled his hair.
Oliver did just that. While sitting in the car he considered how to tell his mom to use liquid fabric softener instead.
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