“No,” said the sock in a crinkly, whispery voice that only Leo could hear. “I am for the foot that kicks. I am a powerful rocket. I need the strong foot.”
“They just needed to know who was the captain,” Leo said. socks for 4
Leo’s lower lip trembled. This was the fourth morning in a row. Yesterday, his dinosaur socks had refused to let his heel go in because they were “scared of the dark inside the sneaker.” The day before, his stripey socks had tied themselves into a knot under the bed. “No,” said the sock in a crinkly, whispery
