The Shoe

One day, a long time ago, I lived in an old, run down shoe. It was a brown shoe with a blue smudge near the door. Inside, I had my little lounge and my little table with a little chair and a little pet elephant was tied up out the back. Even though my elephant was very little, I could not have a garden because my elephant would sit on it. I liked my old, run down shoe very much. But all things come to an end and, on the twenty second of June, I moved out of my shoe and into the third floor of a boot. It was in a big city, far away from the country, my shoe and my elephant. It was noisy in the city. there were lots of broom-brooms all day and all night. But I had a nice view and a nice boot and nice neighbours and eventually, I got used to the noisy city. The End