New Shoes
I got new shoes today. This may not seem like a big deal to you,
but it’s June, so my
mom took me to the shoe store. The nice man there put my foot
in that little metal thing
and measured it so my shoes would fit real nice. Then he got
me a pair of shoes. I liked
them. They were brown and had tassels. I really liked them
a lot. They were sooooo
comfortable. I took them right away. My mom paid the nice
man and I left the store
wearing my new shoes. Then I knew I was cool because everybody
looked at me. I was
struttin’. When I got home my mom sent me out to play in my new
shoes. I was playing
with my ball and I noticed something very distressing. My shoes
squeaked. Loudly. I
went in and told my mom. She took me back to the shoe store to
return the squeaky
shoes, but the clerk said I’d worn them too much and he couldn’t
exchange
them. But
my mom pushed and nagged until he said okay. She’s like
that.
So he said I could pick
out whatever shoes I liked. I looked at all the wracks of
shoes.
That’s when I saw them.
The shoes that were for me. They were blue and red and hot pink
with sparkling little
rubber patches on the sides. I loved them. But the salesman
didn’t want to let me have
them. He even tried to hide the box. But my mom made him
give me the shoes, and I
wore them out of the store. That’s when I realized why the man
didn’t want to sell them
to me. My feet began dancing real fast and I couldn’t stop and
it hurt real bad. Then I
was struck with the sudden impulse to hurt people. I kicked my
mom and she fell on the
ground and I stomped her with my new shoes. The blood flew all
over. Then I started to
chase other people around. Then the cops caught me and took my
shoes away. Now I
have shoes made out of paper. They are comfortable. I like
my new shoes.