Frank the Angry Sock: Chapter 3 – Good Riddance

I actually switch Chapter 3 up and added a chapter that shows the concern of the Hospital to get rid of Frank and his family.  I thought it only fitting. 

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The Hospital Staff at Basketville General seemed eerily accommodating to the Haines family.  They helped the couple pack up all of their belongings, very quickly I might add; they even threw in the television and remote to Peter’s satisfaction:  Anything to get rid of Frank and his demeanor after digesting bleach products.  

One Sock Nurse helped Vanessa get dressed, while the Sock doctor helped Peter put on his shoes. 

They hospital staff gathered up everything, including the twins and brought in two wheel chairs. 

They put Vanessa in one wheel chair and handed her Frank, they put Peter in the other wheel chair and handed him Hank. 

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Frank the Angry Sock – Chapter 2: The Bleach Effect

So Frank and Hank Haines were welcomed in the world in one fowl poop.  Vanessa and Peter Haines couldn’t have been happier. 

The first two days seemed like a cake walk.  Vanessa and the two new boys had to stay in the hospital; it was the normal routine after a pregnancy.  Peter elected to stay at the hospital as well.   

It was the tendency of the White Sock male to not show a sensitive side.  The male White Socks are raised to not really show fear.  They are pretty normal folks, but the male gender tends to hide its scared and sad emotions under the surface.  Don’t be fooled by Peter’s stoic poker face, prior to the twins being born, he was scared shitless. 

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Frank the Angry Sock – The Beginning

Hello peeps and peepettes!  Before I get started introducing you to an old friend of mine, I wanted to give you a little background on this little fella. 

I woke up this morning and I had to take down my Christmas tree, what a freaking mess.  That is when you really know that Christmas is truly over.  People are back to being miserable and bossy.  The Christmas tree left about 48 million pine needles behind in its wake.  Seriously, how many needles do these trees need?  It is insane.  There were so many that my brand new Dyson’s vacuum cleaner got clogged, not once but twice. 

I was frustrated, to say the least.  But then I started thinking; if I could scream loud enough maybe Frank the Angry Sock will come and save me and defeat the evil pine needles. 

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