At church I looked down at The Pirate and at his ugly old church shoes.
Where are your brand–spanin’-super-new church shoes?!?
“I don’t know.”
You don’t know?
“Nope.” He humbly admitted, “I don’t know where they are.”
Well are they in your church bin?
“No.”
Are they in your shoe bin?
“No.”
Good grief! I just bought them for you, where are they?
“I don’t know where they are. Maybe they are back in the store.”
Back in the store?!?! Why would they . . . ooooooooh. . .
“Because they didn’t fit me and so you took them back I think.”
. . . that’s right. I did do that.
“So I don’t know where they are.”
As he shrugged and walked away The Princess called out for everyone to hear, “Hey Pirate, your shoes are talking to you.”