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The Brown Shoes Today she would have new shoes patent leather shiny and black. Any other she would refuse and cliked her heels with a clack. She danced and danced waiting for mother excited about riding to town, shiny, black she thought of no other definitely not clunky or brown. In the store she saw them there twinkling with a high shine she would look ever so fair. In no time flat, she said, they will be mine. Mother disapproved with a cluck-cluck the brown with laces she wanted. Sad little girl felt ever so stuck but her spirit was undaunted. Home again she formed a thought if only she could wear them out, perhaps cause some kind of rot how did she get in this spot? She spied her swing in the yard plopped down with a wonderful plan, began to swing onward and upward coming back her toes in dirt she ran. Everyday she did swing and swing until gaping holes began to show. Now she was ready with a loud whiz-bing she hobbled to daddy and stuck out her toe. "Let me see your shoes," he said as he cut out the toes with a whack poor little girl wished she were dead. "Good as new," he smiled, and gave them back. |
Additional Notes:
I was five when this event took place. When I was seven my parents
decided my dancing and jumping deserved professional help so they
sent me to take dancing lessons. I got my black shoes and with taps
no less!
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