A children's book I collaborated on with Brig White. This is a short excerpt with a few illustrations:

Macy Jane Mayhem was a smelly little girl who lived at 8 ½ Churple Lane on the cloudy side of the street.

She played the guitar, but only if it was loud and electric and wished she still lived on a boat that sailed around the world. But that’s another story for another day (or today if you know your parents Apple ID).

But anyway, back to now and today where it wasn’t all of Macy Jane that was smelly. Her armpits smelled like lavender. And her breath was pretty good too except when she ate garlic covered sardines for breakfast.

It was her feet that were smelly. And even more particularly than that it was her socks that stunk. 

A mixture of old potatoes and a pinch of burnt squirrel and a whole bunch of big toe.

“You stink like an old dirty sink.” cackled her pet dead fish Sandwich. “Skunky feet and rotten meat.”

(Sandwich was called Sandwich because that’s what the rest of him was, in a construction worker’s stomach in Hoboken.)

“Quiet Sandwich!” yelled Macy Jane as she dug through her laundry basket where she there were supposed to be clean socks. And there were- minus one very important one that was black and white and covered in skulls and just so happened to be one of Macy Jane’s favorites along with the other one that looked just like it. Except it went on her other foot.

"MOM WHERE’S MY OTHER SOCK?" But mom was mowing the lawn and listening to Rush and he couldn’t hear anything besides crunching sticks and Canada’s most legendary prog rock.

"DAD! WHERE’S MY OTHER SOCK?" But dad was making a cake and his diesel powered mixer was much louder than Macy Jane.

"GRANDPA WHERE’S MY OTHER SOCK?" And fortunately grandpa had his ear trumpet in and so he heard every word. “Check the dryer,” he said in a German accent even though he wasn’t German, “Strange things happen there." 

So Macy Jane slid backwards down the bannister to the basement that was haunted some days but not today and stuck her head right inside the dryer to see what she might see...