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fandomhighdorms2007-03-24 07:33 pm
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School Grounds - Saturday Morning
Most people have often wondered how socks go missing so often. They all went into the washing machine or clothes dryer without any problems, but when the clothes came out often only one returned. The other had disappeared.
There was a reason for this. It varied from universe to universe. Sometimes there were temporal rifts, flinging socks back to the Ice Age. How else do you think primitive man survived? And sometimes there were Snorgs.
Snorgs.
Snorgs were the natural predator of socks. Particularly animate socks (which were more common than you'd think).
Just inside the grounds of Fandom High, a wee purple head poked up out of a freshly dug hole. It snuffled at the air and clambered up into the open. The Snorg, for that was what it was, was followed by the rest of its pack.
They smelled socks. Animate socks. The pack twirled on the spot in glee. Socks were way more fun when they put up a fight.
[OOC: Snorgs are totally made up. Credit for the idea goes to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
courier_gavin and time_agent. Picture courtesy of importantman. They're here to take care of our sock problem and will be all around the island. Mod at will. They're wee, harmless and friendly when it comes to humans.]
There was a reason for this. It varied from universe to universe. Sometimes there were temporal rifts, flinging socks back to the Ice Age. How else do you think primitive man survived? And sometimes there were Snorgs.
Snorgs.
Snorgs were the natural predator of socks. Particularly animate socks (which were more common than you'd think).
Just inside the grounds of Fandom High, a wee purple head poked up out of a freshly dug hole. It snuffled at the air and clambered up into the open. The Snorg, for that was what it was, was followed by the rest of its pack.
They smelled socks. Animate socks. The pack twirled on the spot in glee. Socks were way more fun when they put up a fight.
[OOC: Snorgs are totally made up. Credit for the idea goes to
courier_gavin and time_agent. Picture courtesy of importantman. They're here to take care of our sock problem and will be all around the island. Mod at will. They're wee, harmless and friendly when it comes to humans.]