| Source: Children Come First http://www.childrencomefirst.com/wherescupid.shtml Contests Cupid was at it again. I came home to find the bedroom a mess. I pulled my red angora sweater from under the edge of the bed and along came one of my new valentine socks, the knee-high ones covered in sparkly red hearts and little dancing devils. There was a hole where my big toe would go! “Cupid!” I yelled as I raced down the hall waving my mutilated sock. No sign of Cupid upstairs. I stomped down the stairs and searched behind the sofa and inside the hall closet. I changed my tune, calling sweetly, “Cupid. I’m home. Where’s my sweetheart?” In the basement, I opened cabinet doors, looked behind storage boxes, and checked under the seldom used guest bed. I climbed the stairs still calling sweetly, “Where’s my Cupid?” In the kitchen I spotted the undamaged toe of my other new sock peeking from under the refrigerator. The sock wiggled as I pulled it out. “Cupid! You’ve been a naughty boy again.” I snuggled the warm sock under my chin. I felt Cupid uncoil from his hiding place and slither into his favorite position, wrapped around my neck choker-style.
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