Now for part three - The end. This is the story of little Robyn Hood and Pinch the drier that could not get enough red socks;
However, Pinch’s joy could only stop up his ears for so long. Though he began to drool—water pool behind him on the floor—he couldn’t help but hear what the other drier’s were talking about. They were always talking, always bothering him, why couldn’t they just let him enjoy himself once and a while? So, what if he liked red socks? Missy had a thing for panties and Tac simply loved wool while but his sister DeDe couldn’t stand wool.
"She's never going to use you again after this," One of them mumbled.
"Poor girl won't have anything left to use after this," Another one said, "It'll all be lint by the time he's done with it."
"And just her and her Gran up there all by themselves in that house. She's got so much, cause they can't often afford to come in here."
"It's not right."
The gloating tempo of Pinch's motor slowed a little as he listened to the talk of the other driers. Quickly he looked away staring out the front windows of the laundrymat; nothing was going to stop him from enjoying all of the lovely red. He could taste it already, flavored nicely with detergent and a little bit of fabric softener. He was practically salivating as Robyn struggled to get the last of the wet laundry into his belly.
Reaching up she found that she couldn't reach the drier door to shut it. Jumping she still just missed. She was skinny under the over sized red coat and boots she was wearing. Pinch watched feeling worse and worse as she tried to climb up his side to reach the door. Finally she turned over the laundry basket and climbed on top of it, jumping from there as Pinch wiggled his door down low enough that she could grab it.
Robyn got the door closed but she ended up on her behind in front of the drier her feet up against the bottom of it. Pinch watched in dismay as she bit her lower lip and her eyes filled with tears but she didn't cry. Instead she rubbed them away angrily and got up, standing on tip toe to on the laundry basket to turn him on. That done she sat down in front of him and leaned back against the washer to wait.
Even with all that wonderful red inside of him, the little girl sitting in front of him ruined Pinch's appetite. In the end he couldn't eat more than one pair of red socks; though he gruffly told the other washers that he wasn't feeling good when they started teasing him as little Robyn Hood struggled out the door with her basket of dry clean laundry. Pinch almost smiled when Mrs. Wash sent her boy Jeremy out to help the girl and together the two of them walked away into the deep red glow of the evening. ~ End
However, Pinch’s joy could only stop up his ears for so long. Though he began to drool—water pool behind him on the floor—he couldn’t help but hear what the other drier’s were talking about. They were always talking, always bothering him, why couldn’t they just let him enjoy himself once and a while? So, what if he liked red socks? Missy had a thing for panties and Tac simply loved wool while but his sister DeDe couldn’t stand wool.
"She's never going to use you again after this," One of them mumbled.
"Poor girl won't have anything left to use after this," Another one said, "It'll all be lint by the time he's done with it."
"And just her and her Gran up there all by themselves in that house. She's got so much, cause they can't often afford to come in here."
"It's not right."
The gloating tempo of Pinch's motor slowed a little as he listened to the talk of the other driers. Quickly he looked away staring out the front windows of the laundrymat; nothing was going to stop him from enjoying all of the lovely red. He could taste it already, flavored nicely with detergent and a little bit of fabric softener. He was practically salivating as Robyn struggled to get the last of the wet laundry into his belly.
Reaching up she found that she couldn't reach the drier door to shut it. Jumping she still just missed. She was skinny under the over sized red coat and boots she was wearing. Pinch watched feeling worse and worse as she tried to climb up his side to reach the door. Finally she turned over the laundry basket and climbed on top of it, jumping from there as Pinch wiggled his door down low enough that she could grab it.
Robyn got the door closed but she ended up on her behind in front of the drier her feet up against the bottom of it. Pinch watched in dismay as she bit her lower lip and her eyes filled with tears but she didn't cry. Instead she rubbed them away angrily and got up, standing on tip toe to on the laundry basket to turn him on. That done she sat down in front of him and leaned back against the washer to wait.
Even with all that wonderful red inside of him, the little girl sitting in front of him ruined Pinch's appetite. In the end he couldn't eat more than one pair of red socks; though he gruffly told the other washers that he wasn't feeling good when they started teasing him as little Robyn Hood struggled out the door with her basket of dry clean laundry. Pinch almost smiled when Mrs. Wash sent her boy Jeremy out to help the girl and together the two of them walked away into the deep red glow of the evening. ~ End
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