The Woolen Sleeping Bag

I rolled past the quiet counter and bumped right into a low wicker crate filled with giant, hand-knitted woolen socks! One bright red sock had its cuff rolled down, resting plump and soft among the gray woolens. I gave a brave little hop and wiggled my brown feet straight inside! The chunky knit stretched gently around my round tummy, hugging me like a warm, squishy cocoon. My leafy sprout gave a sleepy bob as I peeked out over the rim. Doesn't this look like the coziest potato sleeping bag in the world?