You say “wee wee wee” all the way home, and how do I thank you? I jam you into shoes that kind of crush you a little big so that you hurt all morning but then eventually don’t hurt any more, which is awesome of you. Those really are nice shoes, I mean, it’s all worth it when you see how cute they are, even on my mongo feet. People will see you jammed into these hot little sandals and think “hey, she has got it going ON! I’ll bet she didn’t even buy those on sale!” but they would be wrong.
So thank you, little piggy toe. I’m sorry about that. Tomorrow I’ll treat you to some flip flops.
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be nice to the little piggy.