Little Stalky's Purple Sock: The Mystery is Solved

It's been an exciting weekend for Little Stalky.  After helping (sort of) Monster Noggin move into her new house I was excited to be finally getting a new washing machine.  You'll remember that the old washing machine snuffed it a while back but I'd like to assure everyone that Mystical Roo and I have been washing our clothes.  We don't smell.  Not anymore.  So after doing my bit with the move - I did help carry the TV - we came home with the new washing machine.  Oh the sheer joy!  It's ridiculous how excited I was.  So, the new washing machine arrives and we, or rather Ammy and Monster Noggin, bring it in.  I can already feel the tension as the old washing machine eyes up it's replacement.  I need to get in there quick and make sure the old one doesn't start giving it ideas.  The last thing I need is another nemesis.  But I think the old washing machine resents the new one.  It might have hated every minute here in the flat but it had it's place and I think took a certain pleasure in wreaking it's own unique havoc.  Now it shall wreak havoc no more!  No more.  It was drawn out of the laundry room without too much struggle and Mystical Roo led it down to the garage where it will await disposal.  I feel a small pang of sadness, maybe even a touch of regret at how things were left between us but this quickly dissolves when I see what the beast has left behind.  Not only was it jumping around, trying to escape, making as much noise as possible, it was also creating a giant pool of rust whilst leaving black marks on the tiles.  I was greeted by a pool of orange muck.  The washing machine's parting gift to me.  But this was all quickly forgotten.  Because it wasn't just a mess that had been left behind.  The removal of the rogue washing machine had revealed something quite wonderful.  In fact, I remember the words of Ammy and Monster Noggin as they revealed that a sock had been left behind.  A sock?  Why, could it be?  Could I hope?  Dare I?  I was cautiously stood beside the new washing machine when I asked - is it purple?  Both Monster Noggin and Ammy confirmed that the sock was indeed purple. A sock?  That's purple?  But is it the purple sock.  I rushed to the door and there it was.  The purple sock!  My purple sock!  It was curled up in the corner like a poor disheveled lost soul, soggy but otherwise clear of rust.  My poor purple sock.  I retrieved my little sock and returned it to the laundry pile where it will await a wash.  I must confess to having gently laid it atop of pair of Mystical Roo's jeans before giving it a little pat.  Oh purple sock it's good to see you again.  So it wasn't the sock monster after all.  It was the rogue washing machine.  It stole the purple sock from me in one last act of revenge.  But I wonder, at the end of it all did the rogue washing machine feel a sense of remorse for it's actions.  Could it have taken the purple sock with it?  Did the rogue washing machine actually intend to leave the purple sock behind as a way of saying sorry.  Was this the grand gesture I'd been waiting for?  Perhaps I'll never know.  But the the purple sock is safe.  The rogue washing machine has been banished and the new washing machine has arrived.  Perhaps a Little Stalky and her washing machine can finally be friends.  Only time will tell.