Pitting my wits…

The situation called for some strong-willed action. I shook off my complacency.

My socks were going missing ever so often. I suspected the servant of this cheeky purloining.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I started washing my socks myself, and hanging them to dry on my bathroom rod.

Like clockwork, the bathroom rod daily invited a fresh set of washed socks to dry. But only after it had stumped up the earlier set.

The added daily inconvenience of the chore was more than justified by the chuckle it provided of having denied a wrongdoer his evil gains.

Some smugness was certainly called for.

I did not have to wait long.

As I came out from my room, fresh from my ablutions, I encountered the servant, walking by.

“I have foiled your plan”, I declared, barely concealing my Napoleanic pride.

“What plan?”

“Ha! Your plan of stealing my socks.”

“Who wants to steal your smelly socks… My plan was that I should not have to wash them…”

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