The kneesock eating monster sucks.
Mum Schwümmli told me today, when we met at the laundry line, that the Schwümmlis again and again had problems with it. They were hoping, that the problem might have been solved by moving home. But yesterday they had the washing machine repairman at home to see, if there’s a new one living in their drum. But he couldn’t help.
Poor Schwümmlis.

Perhaps the Schwummlis could consider moving to Southern California where they could wear flip-flops?
Oh, what a wonderful idea. But I would need to come with them, because I don’t want to miss them in my neighborhood any more.