I hate these shoes
The folowing story was written on the fly and I felt is somewhat amusing. Its really much better if you think of all the characters having english accents.
“I HATE THESE SHOES!!!” The man replied. Though he was never given a question; He often thought the shoes where things to hate, he often thought this indeed. “The shoes are not to blame Harold! Was the shouted retort, for the man’s name was Harold. “I HATE THESE SHOES! I HATE THESE FEET! I HATE THIS STORE! H A T E!!!” Harold was a mild man of most accounts. A man of simplicity and control, I did not know Harold all too well though, since we had just met. He hated his shoes indeed. “Harold! Remove the shoes if you hate them so dearly! The shoes are not the ones to hate!” Was Tim’s response, for his name was Tim and he often disliked Harold’s rude behavior. I now know that Harold indeed had a rude behavior and was not the man of simplicity and control, which indeed was Tim. Tim hated the shoes too, as would you, the shoes were dreadful. Everyone hated them. However Harold would not leave and had made such a fuss for shoes Tim tried as he may to please him. Harold had by far given up on his exasperated attempt at new shoes and heatedly placed on his boots in the terrible shoe’s stead. As to the relief of the customers of the store he then left. And the store fell back to its placid bustle as it often did so very well. I forthwith took my leave too. For it was time to do so. Karen had prepared a pie and so often she does not that I rush to my residence lest she forgets me entirely and devours it herself. I was glad of this and did take my leave from the store.
So there you have it.
Not too great but I think its worth the time.
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