Flat tire...
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: House & Garden Philosophy
The sound of one of those squeaky children’s shoes comes from around the corner, even before I can see the kid. The novelty was introduced some time ago, I cannot even remember if it was before or after I came to live here. Children are given these shoes that make a fairly irritating squeaky sound at every very step these children take. Till this very day I still haven’t figured out why people buy their kids such shoes. I’m sure it’s not like tying a little bell to the cat’s collar, as if they would otherwise attack some harmless little bird. I still feel it’s more like this guy I once knew, who gave his hyperactive son a drum set as a present…. And severely regretted it afterwards. This time, however, it’s different, being… more monotonous than normally. It takes me a few seconds to figure out why, but soon enough I realize; this kid has a flat tire. Somehow the sole of the shoe got punctured and killed the little bird inside, silencing the kids’ foot forever. I wonder if its parents now feel 50% relieved, having only one intact sole left…