{"id":3281,"date":"2010-01-14T23:06:38","date_gmt":"2010-01-15T06:06:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.candlelightstories.com\/?p=3281"},"modified":"2010-01-14T23:06:38","modified_gmt":"2010-01-15T06:06:38","slug":"storybook-a-puss-in-boots-wants-red-shoes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/2010\/01\/14\/storybook-a-puss-in-boots-wants-red-shoes\/","title":{"rendered":"Storybook: A Puss in Boots Wants Red Shoes"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Karen Lewis (Canada)
\nillustrated by Kelly Dorman
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

\"RedShoes\"<\/div>\n

Once upon a time there was a little black and white kitten named Wendy, who didn\u2019t want to be a puss in boots. \u201cI\u2019m tired of wearing boots all the time,\u201d she told her mother. \u201cI want shoes, red ones. They would match my jumper.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wendy had first seen the shoes she wanted, in a shop window on her way to school. They were a lovely shade of cherry red, with shiny black soles and silver buckles. But her mother would not listen. \u201cA nice pair of new black boots will wear longer and be warmer in winter,\u201d she stated firmly. \u201cAnd you can even step in puddles with them.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

But Wendy didn\u2019t care about any of that. All she knew was that she wanted those pretty red shoes, more than she had ever wanted anything else. And although she had been saving up her pocket money for months, she still didn\u2019t have nearly enough to buy them.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe if you\u2019re really good and help with the dishes and everything, she\u2019ll change her mind,\u201d suggested her friend Jill, a cheerful orange kitten.<\/p>\n

However, Wendy wasn\u2019t sure about that at all. Her mother had been very definite about those horrid old boots. But nevertheless, she followed Jill\u2019s advice and as well as helping wash and dry the dishes, she tidied up her room and even mopped the bathroom floor.<\/p>\n

And every day, on her way to and from school, she would stand in front of the shoe shop window and gaze at the perfect red shoes for a very long time. They were just the right size too, for one day she had plucked up enough courage to go into the shop and ask.<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you like to try them on?\u201d the nice lady had asked. And Wendy had fairly trembled with excitement as the lovely shoes had slipped so easily onto her feet. Then she had looked in the mirror, turning this way and that admiring the shoes and how good they felt. And she never wanted to take them off again.<\/p>\n

But although she pleaded with her mother to change her mind about the boots, it was all in vain. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be a puss in boots, not in red shoes,\u201d she had replied in her sternest voice.<\/p>\n

Then one day as Wendy arrived as usual at the shop window to gaze at the shoes; she was horrified to find them gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re not there anymore, someone must have bought them,\u201d she wailed to Jill, who did everything she could to console her.<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps it was your mother?\u201d she suggested. \u201cMaybe she changed her mind and bought them for you as a surprise?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGosh, do you think maybe\u2026?\u201d Wendy replied, brightening at the thought, and she could hardly wait for the bell to ring, so she could hurry home and see.<\/p>\n

However, there were no pretty red shoes waiting for her when she arrived, breathless from having run all the way. But there was a sensible looking pair of black boots with heavy soles and laces.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no,\u201d Wendy sobbed, swishing her tail in disappointment. Where, she wondered, were the lovely red shoes?<\/p>\n

And the next day at school she found out. For there was another kitty, a sleek little Siamese named Zo\u00eb, traipsing around the playground wearing them.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh don\u2019t take on so,\u201d Jill said, patting Wendy\u2019s arm. She hated to see her best friend so unhappy. \u201cThings are going to work out, you\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d Wendy sobbed. \u201cI\u2019m never going to have the red shoes now\u2026not ever.\u201d And she kicked at the school wall with the sturdy black boots.<\/p>\n

Then a few days later she noticed that Zo\u00eb was no longer wearing the red shoes. \u201cThey pinched my toes,\u201d she explained. \u201cAnd the shop won\u2019t take them back, \u2018cause they\u2019ve been worn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I buy them from you?\u201d Wendy asked excitedly. \u201cI do have some pocket money saved up. Would your Mom agree?\u201d<\/p>\n

So it was that Wendy finally had the red shoes that she had wanted for so long. And she purred her pleasure every time that she wore them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey do look good on you honey,\u201d her mother admitted, but she was determined to get the last word about the boots. \u201cThey\u2019ll come in handy for wet or snowy days,\u201d she insisted.<\/p>\n

And so they did. For the very last thing that Wendy wanted was to ruin her beautiful red shoes by wearing them in bad weather.<\/p>\n

The End<\/strong><\/p>\n

“A Puss in Boots Wants Red Shoes” Copyright \u00a9 2006 by Karen Lewis
\nIllustrations Copyright \u00a9 2006 by Kelly Dorman
\nAll Rights Reserved<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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