The Sneaker set up pt.3

Author – jman

Tracy replied, “You told me that if I got Caleb to lose his shoes then I could get mine back. I took his homework out of his back pack so he would get his third strike and have to give up his sneakers.” Miss Parker replied, “You just confessed to causing someone to get a strike which would earn you another strike. That is four strikes this week and no one with four strikes gets their shoes back.” Tracy replied, “That is not fair. We had a deal.” Miss Parker replied, “Well there is nothing you can do about it. You can’t report me because you were involved in the scheme to get the shoes.” Tracy then left the classroom in solid pink socks.

Meanwhile Caleb left the room in his brown socks. He was upset with himself for getting the third strike and thinking he forgot his homework. Eric saw this and came up to Caleb and said, “Don’t feel bad. One time Miss Parker took my cowboy boots because they were making too much noise. I already had two strikes for talking in class and she charged me with having noisy boots. It was a bummer. Those boots cost $150. This was after she took my tennis shoes for being late three times.”

Caleb said, “They seem pretty strict around here. The slightest violation and you are in socks.” Eric replied, “You have to remember that the school is funded by the selling the shoes that they confiscate.”

Tracy felt bad about what happened to Caleb’s Converse sneakers. Later Tracy saw Caleb in the lunch room and said to him, “May I sit down?” “Please do.” Caleb replied. Tracy then explained how she took Caleb’s homework in order to get him to lose his shoes so she could get hers back. Caleb said, “It’s okay. I was the one who was late on purpose so I would have to lose my shoes. I took a risk that I would not get a third strike but I did.” “You like to lose shoes too?” Tracy asked. “How about we have a contest to see who can lose the most shoes.”

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School detention and my mom

Author – Neil

In our school – it seems like we are the only one, detentions are done without shoes. It doesn’t really matter too much, as a general rule detentions are done in the library, which is carpeted and has a good amount of chairs and beanbags etc.. Detention depends a bit on the teacher, it can be not bad, when the teacher lets read and turns a blind eye to talking, or it can be more strict, but it is far from the end of the world.
Problem is my mom. She’s a real toughy, and when i have detention she won’t let me wear my shoes at home either … so basically i am stuck for the evening …. no going out, playing ball etc …

On Wednesdays Mr. Parker takes detention. he is a really strict teacher, – in fact he is a bit of a beast – and he also teaches our class the last period.

One Wednesday recently my friends asked me if i want to join them in detention. A classmate called Jeremiah was in detention and Mr. Parker really had it in for him. The boys told me that last time Mr. parker had threatened to force him to wear a diaper ….

I was a bit embarrassed to tell my friends about my mom, so i went along with it, and we all stayed out after break for a quarter of an hour.
We entered the room together, and mr. parker was furious. “Go to your seats and put your feet on your desks now,” he yelled at us. [normally we don’t take our shoes till later]
He came over to my seat first, opened the velcro strap of each shoe and pulled off my shoe. I started swinging my feet down the side of the desk, so he walked back to my place and picked up my grey socked feet, banging them down on the wooden desk top. He put my shoes on his desk, and then proceeded to the other three boys and took off their shoes.
He went back to look at the register and saw that Jeremiah and a couple of other boys were also in detention. Jeremiah was first, with mr. parker opening his laces and pulling off his shoes. Then he picked up the poor kids socked foor and started yelling again, “I don’t believe it” and calling him all sorts of names. Poor kid. – He was wearing two pairs of socks. the teacher made him take them off, and then told him to keep his feet raised and not put them down directly on the desk. He confiscated another boys socks too – they were not solid black, grey blue or white – the school regualtions.
I couldn’t help not look around and giggle. David feet were really white, while Jeremiah’s where very very with pinky-red soles. a couple of boys laughed more openly only earning a shoe removal and detention. After he found another boy’s colorful socks he told everyone else to take off their shoes and stand at the back of the room in their socks – earning yet another two detentions.
Eventually one the barefoot boys asked if he can put his feet down. The teacher told him to take his chair to the back of the room, and then sit at his place as if he had a chair. Poor kid – i think that it was an even more painful position. Then he just told them to all stand at the back of the room.

when it came to detention, to my amazement i saw my step bro Ryan – his father is married to my mom, He is a really good kid, so i don’t know how he got there, But poor kid when he took off his shoes the toes and heel of his socks were green. I think anyone else would have ignored it, but Mr. parker told him to remove them and told him that he would have to go home without them.
Mr. Parker then announced that detention will be in gym, off we went to stand on the freezing cold floor with nothing to do.
Soon Mr. Parker told Jeremiah to bring him his schoolbag. Mr. Parker started rummaging inside, first he found a peanut butter sandwich, he started making fun of the poor kid, telling him that if he would eat his food he would behave better etc… then he found what he was looking for – jeremiah’s sneakers, which he promptly confiscated. I noticed poor Ryan’s face going white.

When detetnion was over we realised that the door from the gym to school was already locked. Great. Now we would have to go all the was round in our socks. Eventually we re entered the building and fetched our things from the library. Mr. parker told all the barefoot boys to leave thair footwear.

Ryen asked me about wearing his sneakers. i told him to walk down the block before he put them on.

Whenwe came homewe found my mum waiting in the car for us, she wanted us to go shopping with her. We got in the car, and dad was about to drive when mom stopped him, “one second” she said “i need your shoes, neil”
OMG, i couldn’t believe she would make me go shopping in socks.
With no choice i stretched out my feet to the front of the car, and she took off my shoes. Ryan followed suit – [told you that he’s a goody goody.]

Our first stop was the optician. I’m sure she noticed my grey socks but she didn;t say anything, Then we went to try on trousers. Here the sales lady started measuring us and poking around my feet, and she commented on our socks. Later we met a couple ofkids form school, and they snickered at us. all in all it was an embarassing and humiliating experience – And poor ryan still has another day ahead of him.

Ted and the prefects

Author – Ted

My name is Ted, 16 years old, 6ft with blond hair. My looks make me more suited to the beach than school. I liked being casual, shorts, t-shirt, vans with white socks but at school I dressed correctly and smartly, trousers, blazer, white shirt with school tie and black brogues which where always polished.
My family circumstances changed and I had to move from a private school to the local school. It was a culture shock but I still kept my standards which reflected in my work and behaviour. It didn’t take long to get the respect of the teachers as my grades where good.
One lunchtime I spotted a boy getting picked on by an older pupil. I intervened as I don’t like bullying. The younger pupil ran away but caused me to have an altercation with the bully. We ended up fighting on the grass only to be stopped by a Prefect. His name was Steve, older than me but smartly dressed unlike most of the pupils here. I told him I had been defending a boy from this bully but as he had ran off I had no proof to defend my actions.
Both me and the bully called Henry where photographed by the Prefect who then ordered us to follow him inside the building. We entered an old gym hall. Inside was another Prefect named Ben, he was sitting on a desk with an empty box beside him. “Two newbies” he said. I asked why I was here. “You’re here to be punished for fighting” said the prefect called Steve. I again tried to explain but was told that there was no excuse for fighting. “All pupils brought here lose their lunchtime liberty” said Ben. Any disobedience means automatic detention.
“Take off your shoes” said Steve. “Why” said Henry. He didn’t like the explanation and said “You want to control us by taking our shoes, no fucking way”. He stormed out of the gym leaving me alone with the two Prefects. “He’ll regret what he’s done” said Ben who stared down at my feet. He again demanded my shoes, I wanted to follow Henry out the door, I was innocent but couldn’t prove it. I decided to just accept my punishment, losing my shoes and my freedom for an hour wasn’t too much of an hardship, was it? “Shoes, take them off” demanded Steve. The floor looked dirty so I stood on one leg like a Flamingo, unlaced my shiny black Brogue and removed it and handed it to Ben. I put my dark blue socked foot on the cold dirty floor and raised my other foot repeating my actions and handed over my right shoe. Holding both my shoes, Ben admired them and complimented my choice of footwear as they where the same as his and the other prefects shoes, smart polished black Brogues. The only difference was they still had theirs on their feet. Ben placed my shoes in the box on the desk and told me to sit down. I looked around the empty hall, there where no chairs. “Sit on the floor” said Ben. I told him I had not sat on a floor since I was a small kid and most certainly not sitting on this cold floor getting my trousers dirty. “They’ll match your muddy blazer” said Ben. My left arm was covered in mud and I had grass stains on my white shirt also, my pristine uniform was no more but I still refused the indignity of sitting on the dirty floor. “Obey the rules and sit” said Ben “Or you don’t get your shoes back”. Henry had been right, my shoes where now being held to ransom and I had allowed it to happen. I should of left with him, they have my shoes and there was nothing I could. I sat on the cold floor like a shoeless beggar. Steve left the room, I tried talking to Ben again pathetically begging him to give me back my shoes and letting me leave but he just kept telling me to shut up. Steve returned with two more boys, I watched as their shoes got confiscated, their black socks turning grey from the dusty floor. I felt even more humiliated, no difference between me ‘innocent’ and them ‘guilty’ we where all shoeless, which made us the same, like prisoners in a jail cell. After watching several more pupils arrive and have their shoes taken. I realised all the confiscated shoes had been placed in the box on top of my clean polished shoes. The bell rung and I watched everyone retrieve their shoes and leave, Ben refused to give me my shoes. Apparently I had been disobedient by not remaining silent and refusing to sit on the floor. “You can collect your shoes in detention” he said rather smugly. I felt colour drain from my face “I’ve never had detention before” I said. Then I realised not only was I getting detention but I was going to spend the afternoon shoeless “I can’t go to lessons without my shoes” I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve done nothing wrong” I pleaded. He just smiled and took away my shoes.
I walked along the corridor, students staring at my socked feet. In my few weeks at the school I had seen students walking shoeless in socks and thought ‘losers’ now here I was ‘the loser’ walking to class with shoeless feet. I arrived at my first lesson of the afternoon, I could see the look of disappointment on the teachers face. I quickly sat down wishing a hole would appear and swallow me. At 4pm I walked to the detention room my dark blue socks looked worn and dirty. I reached the door it was locked, I had to wait in the busy corridor shoeless, might aswell of had a sign above my head saying ‘bad boy’ as it was obvious why I was stood there in my socked feet. Other boys appeared and waited, all shoeless. The creator of my humiliation, Henry, was walking along the corridor. It pleased me to see he had no shoes on his feet. He stood next to me, he told me he wasn’t a bully and he was trying to stop the boy from bullying his younger brother. I had come along and intervened and he’d got angry. I was actually the instigator and not him I had been guilty all along. He felt as aggrieved as me in the Sin Bin and that’s why he left, unfortunately he was identified by his photo in an email. His teacher immediately confiscated his shoes in front of the whole class. I felt bad for the guy. I looked at my reflection in the window, muddy blazer, grassed stained shirt, dirty trousers and socks and my blond hair had been messed up since the lunchtime fight. From a smart well groomed pupil in the morning to scuffy shoeless tramp in the afternoon, my humility was complete. Henry and me became good friends getting up to mischief and spent many lunchtimes sitting on the sin bin floor shoeless.

Shop lifters shoes – Daddy’s little girls (short story)

Author – unlucky lad

A man in his thirties enters the shop with his two young daughters, he goes to the counter to buy cigarettes as his little girls go to the confectionary aisle and put sweets in their pockets. As the man pays for his cigarettes Dillon discreetly tells him his girls have put sweets in their pockets. “They’re young and don’t understand” he says apologetically, telling the girls to put the sweets back. The girls looked disappointed so Dillon suggests daddy could just pay for the sweets. The guy says he has no more money.
“But daddy you said if we hide the sweets we could keep them” said the young girl. Her sister said “You did say we could after you finished your games next door”. Dillon was annoyed at the man and discreetly pointed at the sign attached to the shelf displaying other shoplifters shoes. ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’.
Dillon leaned over the counter and said to the girls. “Daddy is going to play a game with you, he is going to give you his shoes and you must go and hide them in the shop. If daddy finds his shoes, you lose but if daddy cannot find them, you win and you get your sweets”.
“Yay” shouts the girls “Hurry up daddy give us your shoes”
The man goes red faced as he has no choice but to go along with the charade and reluctantly takes off his Adidas Samba trainers and gives them to his daughters. They leaving him standing at the till in his black socks as they run off with a shoe each. “Hide them well if you want to win your sweets” shouts Dillon. As the girls disappear the man gets a telling off by Dillon. “You take your daughters next door into a betting shop, gamble away all your money except enough for cigarettes then tell your girls to steal sweets. Pretty selfish and despicable”. The man looks down at his shoeless feet feeling ashamed.
“You’re going to pretend you can’t find your shoes and let the girls think they’ve won. You can pay for the sweets and collect your trainers tomorrow provided we can find them.

Shoes of the shoplifters’

Author – unluckylad

The twins had only recently bought the shop, they had no idea just how bad the shoplifting is but they where going to stop it. Bart was thinking on his feet when he took away the boy’s shoes yesterday, but it had some impact, the boy was ashamed and remorseful. Hopefully doing the same to others might deter them from stealing. Bart had cleared a shelf behind the till to display shoplifters’ shoes and a sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. He had already put the shoes of the school boy and those of the teacher with his photo on the shelf.
That morning Dillon overheard some boys in the next aisle discussing stealing comics. He intercepted them at the door and said “Hiding something?” The boys looked at each other with blushing faces. He marched them to the till and ordered them to open their coats. Tucked inside each coat was a comic. Dillon took them “Because you stole them the price has doubled to £6 each” he said. One of them, Ethan, managed to pay for his comic with coins, his mate Dean paid with a £10 note and given change but the tall blond boy, Brad, had only £2. “Sorry I haven’t enough” he said and became upset after reading the sign about shoplifters’ shoes. “Please Dean, lend me that £4, I don’t want to lose my shoes”. Dean replied “No, you can walk to school in your socks” he and Ethan laughed as Dillon ordered Brad to take off his shoes “Pay tomorrow and you can get your comic and shoes”. His mates stopped laughing when Dillon refused to give them their comics. “We’ve paid for them” said Dean. “Yes but only after you stole them, you’ve obviously not understood the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’, I want your shoes too”. They became upset having to remove their shoes in front of the other school kids. After taking photos of the boys holding their shoes, Dillon escorted the grey socked shoeless trio out of the shop. The school kids watched as Bart placed the boys’ shoes on the shelf and told them all “Let that be a warning to anyone attempting to steal from us”.
Later that morning a man appeared at the counter demanding his colleague’s shoes. He was wearing a rugby top, black sports shorts, white football socks and cheap black trainers; his name was Ricky, a P.E. instructor. He was of athletic build, slightly taller than Dillon and came across very bullish.
“You have embarrassed my colleague by taking his shoes” he said.
“He shouldn’t steal from us; he also owes us £40”
“He owes you nothing, are you going to give them to me or am I going to have to take them” demanded the P.E. Instructor as if he was intimidating one of his pupils.
“I’m not giving you anything” said Dillon
“Then I shall just have to take them”.
“Do you know why we took your colleagues shoes?”
“I’m not interested” replied the instructor rather arrogantly as he stepped behind the counter and removed the pair of brown leather brogues from the shelf.
“That will be £40 please” said Dillon
“I told my colleague I will not leave without his shoes”
“Then pay. If you don’t pay then no shoes, if you take without paying then you too will have no shoes” warned Dillon.
The instructor wasn’t backing down. Bart had overheard everything from the stockroom and intercepted the P.E. Instructor as he left the store carrying his colleague’s shoes.
Bart told the P.E. Instructor to return inside the shop.
“Have you paid for those shoes?” said Bart.
“Err… No” replied the instructor “Are all school teachers arrogant and stupid” said Bart “You’ve demanded something that’s not yours and believe you can just take it and done exactly what your friend did yesterday and stole them” The instructor was told he had to wait for the police.
“Please don’t call the police; teachers cannot have a criminal record, take my shoes but please let me take my friends shoes, he desperately needs them”
Bart put the brown leather shoes back on the shelf then looked up and down at the instructor, “More shoes for the shelf, take them off” said Bart.
The instructor kicked off his trainers then bent down and picked them up. Bart attempted to take a photo but the instructor deliberately hid his face.
Dillon took the trainers from him and said “They aren’t worth £80, have you got money”
“No, search me, you’ve took my shoes now let me go, but please let me take my friends shoes”
Dillon thought something was not quite adding up, the Instructor repeated exactly what his friend did yesterday, quite relaxed about handing over his cheap trainers. What P.E. Instructor would wear cheap trainers! He made him stand next to the till so customers could see him in his white socked feet, more noticeable when wearing shorts. Dillon left the shop and walked around the block and then he saw the reason for the instructor’s actions.
Stood nearby was the teacher from yesterday holding a pair of black Reebok trainers. Dillon approached him; “Those trainers look too big for you” said Dillon explaining his mate was waiting for him at the shop.
“I told him to meet me here”
“Probably didn’t want to get his white socks dirty” joked Dillon. They both walked back to the shop. Once inside the teacher gave the P.E. Instructor his Reebok trainers, he quickly slipped them on his cold feet. Bart said to the teacher, “You must be here to pay us as your pal here insisted that you needed your shoes”
The teacher said “I do desperately need them for school”.
“It’s still £40 to get them back, perhaps you could loan your friend £80 or we’ll have to call the police on him” said Dillon
“I don’t have £120” he said nervously looking at his instructor colleague.
“I believe you and your colleague tried to set us up getting us to swap your leather shoes for a pair of cheap nasty trainers” said Bart. “Your both as bad as each other, not good examples to set as teachers, we should really just call the police”
Bart gives the instructor his cheap black trainers to hold again and tells him “Now you are going to allow me to take your photograph”. The P.E. Instructor let him. Dillon takes the black trainers and puts them back on the shelf. “As you both where in on today’s deceit you are both responsible for today’s shoe theft” and points at the sign ‘Steal from us and we’ll take your shoes’. It was now lunchtime and school kids where beginning to enter the shop.
Bart looks over the counter and notices the teacher wearing black New Balance trainers and his Instructor mate now wearing black Classic Reebok trainers.
“Take off your shoes or we’ll call the police” both teachers had no choice and took off their trainers. Bart took a photo of each of them holding their sports shoes, then took the trainers and placed them on the shelf. With both teachers stood in their socks and school kids sniggering behind them, Bart advised them that to get their shoes back tomorrow will cost them £120.
“You’ve accused me of stealing shoes that belong to none of us; you’ve then taken my shoes, then accused me of stealing my own shoes and taken more shoes from me. Then you want me to pay £120 to get my own shoes back, my brown leather shoes cost no where near that when bought brand new” said the teacher.
“Dillon said “But you’ll be getting four pairs, that’s £30 a pair. So your original pair brown leather shoes will only cost you £30, that’s £10 cheaper than this morning” he laughed as he escorted the shoeless teachers out of his shop.
Ricky the Instructor argued with his colleague as they walked in socked feet back to the school. “Why did I let you talk me into losing my own trainers”.

To be continued.

Shoes of the shop lifters

Author – unluckylad

The convenience store was owned by Dillon and his twin brother Bart, aged 38 and former marines, at 6ft tall they certainly knew how to look after themselves. Sales where good especially being close to the local school. Always busy before and after school with the school kids. One major issue was theft, the school didn’t take their concerns seriously so each time the police where called the kids where just cautioned and any adults arrested where released within a few hours and back stealing again. There was no punishment to deter the thieves, if caught they just handed the stolen items back and would try again later.
One morning during the school rush they caught a 15 year old boy stealing a bottle of cola. Dillon stopped him leaving the shop and marched him to the till. Bart was determined to make him pay but the boy had no money, so demanded something of value as deposit until he could pay. “I have nothing of value” said the boy. Dillon looked the boy up and down and noticed the new school shoes on his feet. “Shoes” said Dillon. The boy looked horrified at the prospect of losing his shoes.
“I need them for school” he said
“I need people to pay for stuff” said Bart. “Now take them off”
“You can have them back when you pay for your drink, which will be double the original price. So give me your shoes or I’ll call the police and then you’ll also be late for school”. The boy took off his shoes and gave them to Dillon, he gave the boy his bottle of cola and told him he could have shoes back when he pays for his drink. The boy left the shop with all the other kids laughing at his socked feet. Bart said to his brother “I think it’s the first time anyone caught stealing has been remorseful, I do believe we might of found a deterrent to stealing”.
Half an hour later a teacher entered the shop, “We’ve had a complaint from a pupil that you’ve taken his shoes”. Bart retrieved the boys shoes and placed them on the counter and said “You mean these!” . The teacher picked up the shoes and told them you cannot steal shoes off my pupils feet. “Then your pupil should not steal from us, besides the shoes ain’t stolen, they are our property until he pays for his drink. The teacher, full of his own self importance, walked to the exit carrying the shoes and said “I’ll be giving him his shoes back”. Dillon, enraged by the teachers arrogance followed him outside, stopped him and ordered him back inside the shop. The teacher, 30, smaller than Dillon had no choice but to obey the shopkeeper and return to the shop. He was told that until the boy paid for his drink, his shoes where their property to which he’d just attempted to steal, accusing the teacher of theft. The teacher offered to pay for the stolen drink. “Too late” said Dillon, “You didn’t steal the drink but the shoes, we have to call the police, our policy”. The teacher told them there really wasn’t any need for the police and could they resolve the issue amicably. Like the boy earlier the teacher was told to pay for the stolen goods, Bart said the stolen shoes where quite new and worth about £30, “I’m not paying £30” said the teacher. Dillon replied “You’re right you’re not, you’ll be paying £60, we charge double the price for stolen goods. The teacher was outraged, “I don’t have £60”. “We’ll give you the same option as the boy earlier, give us something of value as a deposit. When you pay us you’ll get back your deposit” said Bart. The teacher had £20 in his wallet “I’ve nothing else”. Dillon told the teacher to take off his shoes. “No way!” He said. “Shoes or the police” said Bart. The teacher reluctantly took off his shoes and handed them over. Dillon could smell the leather of the warm brown brogues. “Not worth £60, give me the £20 aswell. Return with another £40 and you’ll get your shoes back. He handed over the money and asked for the boys shoes telling them he’s paid for them with his own shoes. It will cost £4 to get them as that is how much the boy owes for his drink. “But I’ve just given you all my money” said the teacher. “When the boy pays £4 and you pay us £40 you both can have your shoes back” said Dillon. Bart got out his mobile and told the teacher to hold his shoes to his chest and he took a photo explaining anyone could come in and claim the shoes and this way without doubt we’d know they’re yours. The teacher stormed out of the shop in his red socks which added more attention and embarrassment to his shoeless state.
“Why the photo?” asked Dillon to his brother. “We know they’re his shoes”. Bart explained it will be an extra deterrent to anyone else who may think about stealing from us. “From now on all stolen goods must be paid for with the price doubled, we will also take their shoes everytime. Hopefully the embarrassment of leaving in socked feet might shame them, they can collect them next day with full payment of their stolen goods. It’s a win win, double profit on stolen goods and today we got £60 for nothing from the teacher just for him to get back his own shoes”.
“That’s if he collects his shoes!” said Dillon.
“Don’t worry he’ll definitely return and pay to get them back” said Bart with a big smile.
“Perhaps we should refuse to give them back unless they return in their socked feet” joked Dillon.
To be continued.

The shoe museum pt 3

Author – Jman

Eric, John, Caleb and Derek began their walk through the display hall in the shoe museum. The guide first pointed them to the original sneaker collection that began the museum. The four admired the sneakers and thought that they were some pretty cool shoes. The guide looked at their shoes and said, “You also have some cool shoes that are worth being put on display.”

As the four college age students continued looking at all the shoes on display, they came to some cowboy boots all in very good condition. One pair of boots was made of genuine alligator skin and was very expensive. Eric remarked about how cool those boots were. The guide replied, “I remember how the guy that was wearing them really hated to have to give them up.” Eric was kind of puzzled at this comment. “Give them up?” Eric replied. “Yes,” said the guide, “We take the shoes of everyone who comes to our museum and they are added to our display. Most people cooperate when we ask for their shoes and take them off right away but some, especially those with new or expensive shoes, tend to put up a fuss and try to get out of having to give up their shoes but in the end we still get them.”

The four lads continued looking at the shoes and came to the end of the display. The museum guide pointed out the shoes that belonged to the four boys they had teased earlier. “Three of the four cooperated and handed over their shoes when asked but the one who had the new tennis shoes did resist but eventually the shoes came off.”

Next to these four pair of shoes was an empty shelf. The guide said to the four, “You can place your shoes here.” “No problem,” said Caleb. “Okay,” said John and the two took off their shoes and placed them on the display shelf. Eric and Derek resisted the command to remove their shoes. The museum guide reminded them that when they signed the guest book they agreed to pay the admission, which was their shoes, upon leaving the building. Therefore the museum had the right and authority to take them. Eric and Derek took a deep breath in frustration, unlaced their shoes, took them off and placed them on the shelf. The four young lads then left the display area in their sock feet just as many had before them.

As they were leaving Will, Cody, Mike and Jake were standing there. As Eric, Derek, Caleb and John walked by, Will said to the four, “Nice socks.” The eight lads began to think about who they could bring to the shoe museum next time.