S o c k s.

My Mother asked me to change my socks.
I did. I changed one into a feather,
and the other into a zebra.
A Zebra? No, no, they eat too much,
my Mother said. So sorry mama and I
changed it into water and ran it down
my drain.
If you see a striped sock... More
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About Ian Hutton

Dear Readers,
When I was 12, I started Martial Arts. Mr. Sam Nishi, a WWII Veteran, was my instructor.
He was powerful and wise. He almost broke my arm but stopped at the exact point of
cracking! He wanted me to know pain so I wouldn't fear it.
He taught me balance, nutrition and respect for women: “they are smarter and stronger than you.”
He was “also a boy because I never gave up my imagination."

To this day, I still have balloons roaming the rooms of my home, most of my friends are women
and my imagination powers my writings. My characters are curious, joyful, friendly and forever
taking chances.
Some of them are quite poetic: Toad hops around the land, in full Toad grace, saying things like
“I have to be my own judge because nobody else understand me!”
I received this note recently:
“Mr. Hutton, today, I read 2 of your stories 'Captain Dricksmus Drake'
and 'Socks'. I think your mind is a work of art! Thank you for injecting a bit of joy into my day."
C. Fairbanks.

Thank you all for reading my stories.
Ian

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