Forest Day 13

 Into the Forest

There were stories.  This was why the forest was avoided. There was no bird song, no rustling of leaves, the buzzing of insects were absent. The forest was still. Even the wind ceased to exist.

Toby knew this when he accepted the dare. Deeper into the forest he walked; the only sound his breathing and the crunching of dry leaves underfoot. Despite being void of life, Toby found the forest beautiful. His mind was free, his thoughts clear. He felt peaceful. . . . . . until he looked up. He stopped in wonder and stared. Shoes . . . . .  children’s shoes were hanging from the branches. . . .

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 Day thirteen of the jump-on-board-for-blogflash2012-30-days-30-prompts-30-posts/ coutesey of Terri Giuliano Long. Pop along to her page The Art and Craft of Writing Creatively for wonderful tips and advice on writing and for reading the entries from wonderful writers.

Watch Out, Watch Out, There's a Shoe Thief About!

I have a favourite pair of shoes. They are a pair of Sketchers I bought about five years ago. And after a wash in the washing machine, they are always as good as new, smelling as fresh as a daisy. And I left them over night to dry off, thinking nothing more about it.  

Well now one of them is missing! I thought I was going daft and searched everywhere but it definitely wasn't anywhere to be seen. Someone was having a laugh as I imagined I was the victim of a practical joke.   

Missing: Have you seen this shoe . .

I accused Hubby and #1Son as the latter was out kicking a ball and the former doesn't like them. But they protested their innocence. And I actually believed them because why would they risk life and limb touching one of my shoes?    

But, it turns out,  there is a prime suspect . . . .

Prime Suspect shoe thief  

Yes, she may look all cute and innocent, sunbathing  like she owns the garden, but don't let that fool you. Apparently Foxes like to take things, so I have been told by various people. I guess it's the doggy thing they're doing; chewing items to death as they slobber all over it. 

I have searched the garden but nothing.  But then . . . . do I really want it back? Hubby thinks this is highly amusing and is in awe that the fox isn't dead from touching the shoe. Cheers! That's really kind of you.  

But it's not all bad . . . . . I get the excuse to go shoe shopping for another pair.  Love

Me

xxx