‘I know where all the missing socks go’

Little Timmy the dog wears them. He prances around in them all around the neighborhood and city. He walks pasts buildings where doormen tip their hats to him. He walks past people who look down and adore him and his socks. He walks past the mailmen who said the socks look familiar. He walks pasts cats who hiss at him until they see his socks. He walks past squirrels that stop in the middle of the road to look at him. When he gets close to home, he buries them in a shallow hole underneath his favorite post. Then he jumps back into bed with his best friend and falls asleep after all of his adventures.