"Fine fine... I hearby oath only to take the socks that have already been lost by other means, the ones that have been worn a lot, and holes nearly worn through. Of the warm and fuzzy and bright ones, I shall not partake... and , so you know it is true, this time of year, Sockhaunka, I shall not hunt them at all. Just spare me to walk and creep near washing machines, and at the end of stairwells , and under bathroom ledges an bedroom corners... where old socks are lost often. Will you agree to this, Hambonesnatcher?"