The third text I need is for a three year old as mentioned in the
previous postings.  This time my ideas are sketchy again.  The book
will be made again into one or two copies with me doing the
illustrations.  As I hinted before, if I am impressed with the final
result, I may try to publish these books. My idea is to self publish
the books from a Web site with customization for each child.  Since
the ideas are sketchy, 50% of the profits would be given to the Google
Answerer and/or split with any commenter.  The ideas for the story
follow.  The book should be 20-25 short paragraphs (2 or 3 sentences
per paragraph), because I will make a 20-25 page book.  The ideas
below should be crafted into a children’s book tone and style.

The story takes place in Houston and would be about an astronaut whose
expensive special space suit socks (the socks worn inside the space
suit) are split up and lost when they go to be dry cleaned.  The socks
look like ordinary white socks but have special quick drying
properties and they keep the astronaut very warm on cold space walks
but can quickly sop up sweat when the astronauts are in the sunlight. 
The astronaut should be a Christian Minister, Catholic Priest, Jewish
Rabbi, or Muslim Iman who is scheduled to be the first cleric in
space.  The cleric should have a catchy name.

Only one sock comes back from the dry cleaners and the maid packs them
off to be given to the Salvation Army.  The Astronaut when he figures
out what happened is beside himself.  Meanwhile a janitor at the dry
cleaner finds the special sock, and since it has no pair, also bags it
up with other orphan socks to be given to the Salvation Army.  This is
despite the fact that sock has a NASA logo on it.

A little later a down on his luck shoe repairman who is now homeless
(he should have some catchy name also) breaks into the Salvation Army
Store on a Winter night looking for some warm Winter clothes.  His
socks are worn out, so he starts rooting through the sock bin.  The
socks having no matches and generally consider unsanitary, are
destined for recycling.  The shoe salesman was an expert on all kinds
of shoes and socks and had read about the famous socks from NASA in a
magazine.

Our hero is rooting through the pile when he finds one of the special
socks.  He recognizes it pretty quickly and pulls it out to admire. 
He keeps it because he knows that this is the Rolls Royce of Socks and
will keep at least one foot clean and dry for the winter.  He
continues looking through the pile looking for another warm sock, but
he takes a lot of time looking for just the right sock, because he is
a sock connoisseur and he knows how cold winters in Houston can get. 
In the back of his mind he knows he is Houston and there just might be
a real lucky match to the sock, and then he would be set for both the
hot summer and sometimes frigid Winter.  He keeps discounting the
possibility, but like buying lottery tickets he keeps searching even
though he finds a couple possible regular socks for good candidates to
keep him warm.

Finally with a big shock to him he finds the match and he is
overjoyed.  He puts the socks on and some sneakers of his size that he
also finds.  However this joy is turned to despair when the police
arrive and promptly arrest him.  Being a fundamentally honest person
he tells the police about the special NASA socks.  They don't believe
him being that he is a homeless person.  They think the socks were
bought from a NASA gift shop, since they look lie ordinary socks, but
since he keeps protesting they finally call NASA in the morning.  NASA
switches them to the clothing department and the department reports
that indeed a $100,000 pair of socks was recently lost by our cleric.

The cleric finds out about the socks being matched up again and the
story of the arrested man's honesty and insistence that NASA be
contacted.  He seeks to meet with man and is so moved by his story, he
gives him $20,000 to start a new repair shop.  The new repair shop is
successful and the repairman puts up a signed photograph of the
astronaut along with the first dollar he makes, behind the cash
register.

The End