by Rolli –
Well, the Snooze Shoes fell out of the sky one day and landed – plop – right in my hands. I knew they were Snooze Shoes ‘cuz there was a tag on them that said “Snooze Shoes.” So I ripped it off. You’re supposed to.
“Hmm…” I said. “If these really are Snooze Shoes, then whoever wears them should fall asleep instantly.”
I decided to test them out.
Mom was upstairs, dusting vases.
“Dum-de-dum, dum-de-dum, tidy-tidy,” she was humming to herself. (Why are moms like this?)
So I said, “Hey, Mom! Try on these shoes!”
“Ooh, I love trying on shoes!” she said.
She slipped them on…
Curled up on the floor…
And started to snore.
“Honk-a-chooo, honk-a-chooo.” (Everyone in my family snores like this.)
“Awesome!” I said. ‘Cuz now I could do whatever I wanted.
Like jump on the couch.
And ride the dog.
And eat marshmallows – lots of ’em.
Yup, I could do whatever I wanted. That is, until Dad got home.
“I’m hoooooome!” he sang, slamming the door shut behind him.
So I ran back upstairs, tiptoed up to mom, and carefully pulled the Snooze Shoes off her feet.
I must’ve been gentle, ‘cuz she kept right on snoring.
Then I flew back downstairs.
“Daddy!” I said, skipping up to him.
“What did you do?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.
“Nothing!” I said (even if it was kind of a lie). “Wanna try on some shoes?”
“Ug! I hate shoes!” he said. It was true. The first thing he always did when he got home was kick them off and wiggle his bare toes.
“Pleeeease?” I said as sweetly as possible.
“Well, all right,” he said.
So he slipped them on….
Flopped back into the armchair….
And started to snore.
“Honk-a-chooo, honk-a-chooo. ”
“Double awesome!” I cried. ‘Cuz it was. I could do anything – times two!
So I dressed up the cat.
And rolled oranges down the stairs.
And ate triple fudge brownies (lots of ‘em).
I was invincible. That is, until my big brother got home. He came in the kitchen door.
“Hey, where is everybody?” he asked.
So I raced into the living room, tiptoed up to Dad, and carefully pulled the Snooze Shoes off his feet.
I must’ve been really gentle ‘cuz he kept on snoring.
I ran back into the kitchen.
“What are you lookin’ at?” said my big brother, scrunching up his eyebrows.
“Nothin,’” I said. “Wanna try on some shoes?”
“NO! I DON’T WANNA TRY ON ANY STUPID SHOES!” he cried. Big brothers can be like that.
“Pleeease,” I said as sweetly as possible.
“NO WAY!”
That kind of thing doesn’t usually work on big brothers.
So we wrestled…
And fought…
And got all tangled up, like a kite in your neighbor’s hair.
But in the end, the Snooze Shoes were on his feet, and he was fast asleep.
“Honk-a-chooo, honk-a-chooo.”
“Victory!” I cried. I mean, he was older than me. I could do anything – times three!
To celebrate, I jumped over the couch.
And let the hamster out.
And ate fruit snacks (lots of ’em).
It was pretty amazing.
And then…it wasn’t.
‘Cuz once you’ve jumped around, played, and eaten all the snacks you can find, there really isn’t much left to do.
It was pretty lonely. I mean, it was bedtime, and there was no one to tuck me in.
So I went to the kitchen.
And lifted the Snooze Shoes off my brother’s smelly feet. He didn’t even wake up.
Then I skipped upstairs, climbed into bed, fluffed my pillow, and screamed once, as loud as possible.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
I heard three big yawns. Then three big people shuffled into the room.
“What happened?” they all said, rubbing their eyes.
“Nothing,” I said, smiling.
Which was kind of a lie.
Oh, well.
the end.
Question Time
1. How did the boy get the snooze shoes?
2. Who put them on first?
3. What did he do to get the shoes onto his brother’s feet?
4. Name something he did while his family was asleep.
5. What finally woke up the family?
