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....
