
The shop bell tinkled behind the cat as he left the shoemaker pondering what had just happened. The shoemaker’s wife announced supper and when there was no response, she smoothed her hands along her husband’s shoulder. “You seen a ghost, pet?”
He came out of his thoughts. “A talking cat. He left these boots in payment for ones that fit. Think I’ve gone ‘round the bend, Eliza?”
“I did see him. From the window upstairs. Odd, that cat, like a man on two legs.”
“He were real. Measured ‘im meself.”
“Will you make the boots?”
“Said I would, didn’t I?”
I hope the elves show up in time!
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They would be the right ones to sew tiny boots, wouldn’t they?
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