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WHAT TO DO WITH JUST ONE SHOE
Inside, I was bored. There was nothing to do.
I wanted to go outside, but I couldn’t find my shoe.
What’s a kid to do with just one shoe?
I looked around and scratched my head.
It wasn’t on the floor; it wasn’t under the bed.
I went to ask my mother. She said, “I wasn’t the last one to wear it.”
Of course, I know that. If she wore my shoe she would certainly tear it.
She asked me, “Where was the last place you saw it was put?”
I tried to think, but all I could remember was that I saw it on my foot.
I had to keep on looking for myself since my mother was unwilling to help.
When I turned a corner, I stepped on Dilly’s tail and she let out a yelp.
Dilly and I walked around the whole house. My shoe wasn’t in the closet or behind the couch.
It wasn’t with the blocks in my toy box or even in my stuffed kangaroo’s pouch.
What’s a kid to do with just one shoe.
(Optional ONE FOOT ACTIVITIES GO HERE)
It seemed pointless to continue to look for that stupid left shoe.
I might as well go look next door, or in Katmandu.
Dilly and I went back to my room. I sat on the bed and took off my right shoe.
Carefully, I put it at the foot of my bed. I certainly didn’t want to lose this shoe too.
Dilly came over and picked it up. Wagging her tail, she ran out the door.
“No, no, Dilly! Don’t take my shoe or else I just won’t have any more.”
But she didn’t listen to me. She never does, you see.
I rushed after her into the yard and followed her to the doghouse.
I got down on my belly and crawled in like a mouse.
When I looked around, I saw in the corner, my red rubber ball and BOTH of my shoes.
Now I know where to look for whatever else I may happen to lose.
WHAT TO DO WITH JUST ONE SHOE
Inside, I was bored. There was nothing to do.
I wanted to go outside, but I couldn’t find my shoe.
What’s a kid to do with just one shoe?
I looked around and scratched my head.
It wasn’t on the floor; it wasn’t under the bed.
I went to ask my mother. She said, “I wasn’t the last one to wear it.”
Of course, I know that. If she wore my shoe she would certainly tear it.
She asked me, “Where was the last place you saw it was put?”
I tried to think, but all I could remember was that I saw it on my foot.
I had to keep on looking for myself since my mother was unwilling to help.
When I turned a corner, I stepped on Dilly’s tail and she let out a yelp.
Dilly and I walked around the whole house. My shoe wasn’t in the closet or behind the couch.
It wasn’t with the blocks in my toy box or even in my stuffed kangaroo’s pouch.
What’s a kid to do with just one shoe.
(Optional ONE FOOT ACTIVITIES GO HERE)
It seemed pointless to continue to look for that stupid left shoe.
I might as well go look next door, or in Katmandu.
Dilly and I went back to my room. I sat on the bed and took off my right shoe.
Carefully, I put it at the foot of my bed. I certainly didn’t want to lose this shoe too.
Dilly came over and picked it up. Wagging her tail, she ran out the door.
“No, no, Dilly! Don’t take my shoe or else I just won’t have any more.”
But she didn’t listen to me. She never does, you see.
I rushed after her into the yard and followed her to the doghouse.
I got down on my belly and crawled in like a mouse.
When I looked around, I saw in the corner, my red rubber ball and BOTH of my shoes.
Now I know where to look for whatever else I may happen to lose.