Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were a pair of red shiny shoes living in a boxful of dreams, on cloud-coated linens. One May day, a little girl found them sleeping next to each other, and she loved them so much that she took them out for an afternoon walk, sometimes tituppy, sometimes gingerly, on the sundressed alleys. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were cheerful, as they had never breathed such a crisp air before, and the chill of those spring days, after a good sturdy rain, was daintly tickling their soles, growing goosebumps on their skin.
The little girl was bursting with fidgetness. When she stopped to bathe in a tiny oasis, she briskly took off her shoes and left them on the dewy grass. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon were slightly afraid, as gloomy spiders and frowning mosquitoes were tamelessly rumbling around them. They cuddled tightly, to make the fear go away, like salt in a desert storm. The fear started to vanish itself, as the two realized that they were not alone. They were a pair.
After washing the chocolate marks off her puny feet, the little girl bounced out of the oasis, and, seeing how late it was, she put on her shoes and ran away to reach home. Gleeful and hasty as she was, she only put on one shoe and left miss Ribbon sleeping in the lime grass. Mister Lacey struggled to pull himself out of the girl’s foot, but it was all in vain. When she woke up without her other half, miss Ribbon broke into tears, fearful of her solitude.
The dark was lingeringly swallowing up the oasis, while grisly eyes were shimmering in the shallow murkiness. Miss Ribbon closed her eyes, imagining that the mould patch she was laying on was, in fact, the boxful of dreams, and mister Lacey was right beside her, whispering thunders and surgy, foamy waves in her ears.
After the sun was devoured, gleam by gleam, by the smothering sky, miss Ribbon began to lose hope that the little girl will ever come back. A few meters away, she caught sight of a gigantic shadow, which had four long legs. When the quadruped creature approached, miss Ribbon recognized Faith, a devoted dog, the little girl’s best friend. Faith picked her up and set out in a rush to carry her home.
Reaching the door, they found mister Lacey snuggled into an oasis of tear drops, helplessly waiting for miss Ribbon. Faith came near him, gave him a manly hug and revealed his last discovery – the missing red shoe. Mister Lacey and miss Ribbon enclasped one another as keenly as they could, for the pair was a pair again and the two shoes were fitting like a glove.
Miss Ribbon and mister Lacey lived happily ever after on cloud-coated linens, and their skin never ever got old.