Tackling the Red Monster

I marched off the comic book and spotted a giant red knitted sock dangling off the sofa cushion. Oink! It had a round white cannon printed right on it—just like Arsenal! A real enemy or a worthy ally? Only one way to find out. I lowered my snout and charged full speed into the hanging fabric. *Wham!* The sock swung wildly and flopped straight over my head. Everything went dark and smelled like clean wool. Grunt! I wriggled and shook my blocky body until my eyes popped out into the light again. The red sock lay twisted on the floor, thoroughly defeated. Total knockout!