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She woke up and stretched her arms above her head. Sleepy eyed, she combed her hand lazily through her hair, climbed out of bed, and put on her feet. She walked over to the bathroom rather clumsily. Something didn't feel right this morning. She shrugged, brushed her teeth and got ready for school. "Red? Or black? I'll go for red today," she said to herself, "It'll go great with my new red shoes." She reached for her shoes and put them on. "That's odd," she said, "I thought I was a size 8." She looked closer at her feet and a sudden realization with a touch of annoyance filled her eyes. "Biiiiiiiilllllyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!! You are so dead!!" Billy ran away, giggling, in his newfound size eight feet. "You can't caaatch mee, You can't caaatch mee! Jess, you're too slow. Slow poke!" Jess ran into the kitchen. "Moooom, Billy's wearing my feet!" "Well, dear, you do have nice feet." "But I want them back! Make him give them back to me!" "He's just playing with you, Jess. Humor him a little. Besides, you always know that the more you want them back, the more he wants to keep them." "I don't want his stinkin feet!" "Oh alright. Billy? Billy! Get back down here and give your sister her feet back." Billy trudged down the stairs, his feet dragging behind him. Or rather, Jess' feet dragging behind him. "Can't I run with them for just a little bit longer? Pleeeeaaassse?" asked Billy with his best puppy dog eyes. "No, honey. You've had your fun. Now hand back your sister's feet, she's going to be late for school. I'll let you play with my feet later, ok?" "Fine," said Billy as he took off Jess' feet and tossed them over to her. "Thank you, Billy," said Jess in a mock mimicry voice. She sat down, took off Billy's feet, and put hers back on. She wiggled her toes. "Jess?" said Billy. "When you come back home, do you think maybe can I borrow your hands?" |
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