If you don't know Fox's Socks by Julia Donaldson you can probably stop reading now. Not the similarly named Fox in Socks by Dr Seuss, but a classic lift-the-flap book for babies. Scroll down and you'll find someone reading it to you on YouTube.
It has a happy ending when Fox does find both of his socks, but if anything the book raises more questions than it answers.
Who is the silent mouse following Fox around the house? Why is the house full of duck paraphernalia? But most of all, what the hell did Fox get up to last night to leave his clothes strewn in such bizarre places around the house?
It's this last question that I'm trying to answer in my prequel, which reconstructs what must have happened the night before.
Naughty old Fox has been out on the lash.
He's stinking of booze and he's spent all his cash.
He runs to the bathroom in need of a spew,
And takes off his hat as he kneels at the loo.
He pours himself water straight out of the sink,
And drops his bow tie as he leans back to drink.
He hiccups, and water spills over his top,
So off comes the shirt as he fetches a mop.
One of his socks has come off with his shoe.
"I'll shove it inside the old clock - that'll do."
He trips on the stairs with a fall acrobatic
That somehow propels his sock into the attic.
He pulls off his vest, all his dignity gone,
And Fox passes out with his trousers still on.
Axel Scheffler - if you're reading this please do me some illustrations and we'll make our fortunes.