My Best Sock

I love my socks. They make my feet look cute.

I put them all back in a big box by my bed when they are clean.

I put my best socks in the small box. They are gone!

I will find them. They have spots and frills.

I hunt all through the house. No socks here or there. Bad luck.

I find a scrap of cloth! It is the same as my sock!

Is my sock in this room? Did it get cut up?

Mum says the sock was old. It had holes. She made it into a doll!

She hands me the doll. She kept the frills and all!

It was my best sock, but now it is my best doll!

I want to make more dolls from old socks.

Mum shows me how to make a sock doll.