The Shoemaker
Mar 18th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I was walking through my lawn when a choleric little gnome asked, “Why don’t you have shoes on?”
I replied, “I’m going back inside in a sec. There’s no need for me to put on shoes.”
“I can make shoes, ya know,” the gnome said, and with a stamp of the foot added, “I will make shoes for you tonight!” I smiled and nodded.
When I checked my mousetraps in the morning, I discovered the gnome’s body strewn about my kitchen floor with but a strip of leather as a reminder of the shoe he had promised would be mine.
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