Murphy is an eejit. He, of all my brothers wears his heart on his sleeve. He is whom I go to if my heart hurts or I am scared. When he loves he does so with abandonment. When he hurts it slices to the core. He has a devilish glint in those emerald eyes and they dance when he is up to something. I sometimes wonder what God has planned for Murphy, but I never worry whether God sees the purity and generosity if his heart. These are for Murphy minus pink butted sheep.
Test knit by the amazing knottyred
All proceeds from the sale of this sock go to PAL.