“OOOhhh…my sole is sore!” said Lefty running slowly to his twin.
“Yeah…it’s my heel that suffers on these long….I mean LOOOOONG runs!” Righty was rubbing his heel with both ends of his laces.
“Why couldn’t we have been ‘walking’ shoes….but NOOOO!!!…
Or….or…bedroom slippers….yeah they’re the ones that have it easy.” Righty was moaning rather loudly now, his tongue flapping up and down.
“And the dirt…and the mud….we have to put up with that stuff too!” Lefty was whining also.
” I’ve got a small cinder stuck in the thirteenth track on my sole…but does she notice…I DON’T THINK SO!”
“And where IS the talc…I can’t even stand myself after one of these runs until I get my talc!”
Lefty and Righty were not happy as anyone could tell.
Then a small sad voice spoke from way back in the closet.
“You two…are…lucky!”
“Wha…huh?” Both of the running shoes turned to look back into the dark corner and saw an old scratched brown shoe with a broken heel.
“I NEVER get out anymore and….sniff… probably never will again.”
“Ah…well…cheer up old sole….ah….well….we can be friends and tell you all about what’s going on if you’d like.”
“Oh….would you….that would be….great. And do you think you could find some brown shoe polish and a cobbler that makes house calls?”
“Ah…not sure we can do anything about that pal.”
Then whispering to each other…”Lefty…I guess things could be a lot worse than they are. We should be happy doing what we were made for and try to do it the best we can instead of complaining!”
“Yeah…I guess you’re right.”
Then the door of the closet opened…and both running shoes smiled and sighed gleefully…”AH…the TALC!”