Das Zauber-Handy

Previously

…I smiled, picking up a polka-dotted sock that had been chattering about its adventures on a particularly windy Tuesday. “It was,” I agreed. “Though I’m not sure I’ll ever look at laundry the same way again.” The phone buzzed softly. “One never knows when a rogue sock might require assistance. Or when a tree might need a good serenade. The world, my friend, is full of possibilities. And now, you have the means to explore them.” I looked at the phone, then at my drawer, which was now emitting a symphony of sock-related gossip. My life had certainly taken a turn for the wonderfully weird. And I had a feeling this was just the beginning.