This is when I thought of an old, grumpy, neglected shoe (Converse came to mind) who lived under a bed. He was constantly pestered day in and day out by socks that were happy, energetic, and still used and wanted by a person. The shoe despised this and so attempted to grab one of the socks as they ran past. The shoe chokes, spits the sock out, and in his embarrassment waddles away to the back of the bed behind all the cardboard boxes and dust.