Walk a Smile in My Shoes

Well, today my feet have stopped talking to me, and I think this time FOREVER!

Yesterday, I overheard the following conversation from my right foot:

Little Piggy said to Piggy #4, "Just what does she think she's doing? I'd like to see HER squeeze into something so high and pointed! There's never any room. I'm always squashed."

"Hey, man, I like to wiggle. She never lets me wiggle."

"Aw give me a break, #4. What about me? I'm the longest, and I always have to scrunch up. It's humiliating."

"Aw, quit whining, #2. What about me? I'm the biggest, and I have to lean over, and now I'm lopsided."

"Hey, you guys, quit complaining. I'm caught in the middle. I'd like to break free!"

"Well, is there a solution?"

"She could go barefoot."

"Oh man, that'd be great, but she'd never go for it, #1."

"What about sneakers? She used to wear them when she was little."

"Yeah, I remember. Like walking on a mattress!"

"I wonder why she wants to walk on her toes?"

"Ballerinas do it, but have you seen THEIR toes?"

"And what about you know what?"

"No, what?"

"BUNIONS!"

Aarrgghh, perish the thought! Today I bought a pair of sneakers.

PVA

4 October 2024