Das Zauber-Handy

Previously

…The phone hummed. “Told you it was unique. They’re lost, you see. Magical socks, all of them. And they’ve been waiting for someone to help them find their way home.” A rather distinguished-looking navy blue sock with a small, embroidered crest cleared its throat. “Indeed. We were all… misplaced. Separated from our rightful wearers. And this chest, while quite sturdy, is hardly conducive to a comfortable retirement. We implore your assistance, young finder.” I looked from the chest of chattering socks to the glowing phone in my hand. My adventure had taken a very unexpected, and very fluffy, turn. I had a feeling this was just the beginning.