Ankle length, cotton, bright, blue socks, rolled into balls next to the pink ones. A choice had to be made. Where are loners when you need them?
Two baby squirrels abandoned in their nest needed socks to sleep in. The pink ones were old- worn elastic, grubby heels. They were worn in Bombay, the last time...The blue ones were grabbed, lined with cotton wool and warmed on the rug by the fire.
They looked like rats. Eyes still closed, three white stripes on each back. Each one was lifted out of the smelly nest and placed in their cocoon homes. Lots of wriggling later, squirrel snores.