Interloper (Socks IV)

Rar was surly. He preferred to warm the right foot, the left had a creepy bunion, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was the other ankles under the table.
Had they stayed under the table, he would have been only slightly irritated. The man had forced the Gylegreys to rub around under the covers with those thick, unshaven ankles. He should have had the decency to put them on the floor while he grunted and snorted with Ms Stubbly. Rar muttered, "Why won't he let us rub around with Mrs. Pretty Shanks?" They both liked the noises Pretty made.