I’m curious about the old woman who lived in the shoe. What kind of shoe was it? In storybooks it’s always an old boot but it could have been a pump or Ferragamo two-toned flat. A stiletto wouldn’t have a firm enough foundation to handle all those hungry children running around. Hmmm an athletic shoe would work with a rubber sole to grip the grass plus good arch support to cushion a toddler’s fall. Not sure how they got out of there. Hole in the toe perhaps? Or maybe the flap came down like a ramp and they just ran out. Now, was she the one with a dog? A dog in that environment? Is that the best choice? Oh no, that was the neigbor Old Mother Hubbard. I’d love to be a fly on the shoelace at their next homeowner’s meeting. I’ve got a feeling property values are declining. That’s too bad.
