Mad Scientess Jane Expat
Sockenmonster says wassup.
I brought back a new friend from Berlin. He's a Sockenmonster. The bloke bought him for me for my birthday. We found him in a shop in East Berlin which sold all manner of things made out of unexpectedly soft fabrics, including a sniper rifle (felt) and a curly-tentacled octopus (yarn). The Sockenmonster would greet you properly, except that he appears to be the spitting knitted image of a sulky teenager and cannot be bothered to take his hands out of his pockets. He'll let you touch his belly button, though.