The Shoemaker

I was walking through my lawn when a choleric little gnome asked, “Why don't you have shoes on?”

I replied, “I’m going back inside in a sec. There’s no need for me to put on shoes.”

“I can make shoes, ya know,” the gnome said, and with a stamp of the foot added, “I will make shoes for you tonight!” I smiled and nodded.

When I checked my mousetraps in the morning, I discovered the gnome’s body strewn about my kitchen floor with but a strip of leather as a reminder of the shoe he had promised would be mine.

From Guest Contributor, Anthony Tao