on a fine winter's morning the sun was shining, the snow had fallen, the shoe was still stinky. the toe was still taken aback ethereal beauty of the shoe. the toe was in love. it couldn't get the musty shoe out of its head. the toe loved that shoe so much it hurt. the toe knew the shoe would never feel the same. then the toe had a sudden realisation it was not only craving the shoe but also craving grapes. then the toe walked up to the lemonade stand and it said to the shoe hey hey hey lover you don't have to be musty i love you just the way you are. the shoe was taken aback because the shoe had always loved the toe.
