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I’d like to express my deepest thanks to my best friend and love of my life; my wife Kelly. You are my rock, my soulmate, my everything!
For my amazing children Bardia, Aleem and Freya who inspire and fill me with love every day and without which I would never have started writing children’s books.
In loving memory of Patricia Barlow, also known as mumzie. We miss you every minute of every day. Thanks for being the most wonderful mum and the best nanna to Bardia, Aleem and Freya.
A huge congratulations to Matt Coates on illustrating your first ever children’s book. It was a pleasure working with you. You are extremely talented and I hope this is the first of many book illustrations.
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Where did my sock flippin-go?
by Farid Bidgoli
illustrated by Matt Coates
Have you ever been in despair that you can't find a pair?
Have you ever solved the mystery of why one sock disappears into thin air?
a v
you
, “where did my sock flippin-go?”
H
e
everwondered
…erm
NO!
My mum used to tell me, “The washing machine monster
ate it!”
Then she told me “maybe aliens came down from out of space, and now …erm NO!
it’s lost without a trace.”
I told her, “Aliens love underpants and pingy pants elastic. They don’t think socks are quite as fantastic.”
“Don’t
…erm
My mum once said “It was stolen by a pirate with a peg leg.”
NO!
joke” I begged.
She continued, “he has no need for two socks you see, he has a wooden peg attached to one knee.”
“Muuuuuum! You’re soooooo funny!”
After all of the jokes and all of the mocking, she’d tell me, “It’s just one of those things, I have lost the odd stocking.”
“Just one of those things?”
How could that be true?
You never lose just one shoe!
Determined to catch the sock-stealing thief, I set a trap so I could give them grief.
So I pegged matching socks on the washing line. The trap was set. The sock thief would be mine.
I watched for hours from behind the trees, but all I saw were my socks blowing in the breeze.
My eyes were hurting from trying not to blink, I was about to leave, I would have to rethink.
Just then; I saw a flash of
pink!
What was it?
Who was it?
Where had it gone?
I looked at the clothes line, two socks had become one.
like a bird.
feathery and tall. It flew
It was
It couldn’t be?
No, it couldn’t be.
That would be absurd.
Then it hopped from out of the bushes, with a leg under its wing, making a honking sound like it was about to sing.
Stood proud and beautiful, with a long crooked beak; but where was my sock?
Would it give me a peak?
All of a sudden, it lifted its wing. My odd socks were in rows, like bunting on a string.
It started to dance like it could hear a beat, wearing my odd socks on its webbed feet.
At last, the mystery was complete. Where did my socks flippin-go?
They were stolen by a flamingo.
The end
Why not read ‘I hate my house’ by Farid Bidgoli, which was awarded the Red Ribbon by the Wishing Shelf awards.
