On her eighteenth birthday, her mother presented the princess with golden slippers, shiny, with sensible heels and a square toe, perfect for adventuring. The princess tried them on. They fit perfectly.
“They always will,” her mother said. “They cost a pretty penny, but they’re worth it.”
Her mother’s last adventure had been to the place where pretty pennies are mined. “We’ll travel. We’ll have such fun. You can’t imagine.”
The princess looked at her mother’s feet, but they were shod in ordinary leather. “Those are your Adventure shoes?”
“They change to suit the occasion. They’re quite useful.”
“I can imagine.”
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