On the road to Dorset, a bratty but brilliant child wandered glum through the streets with his hands in his pockets. His mood was dark, his last school report was awful, and his parents had punished him by taking away his Tablet and all the cartoons on TV.

Dad’s words still rang in his ears as he took away his favourite toys and games: “You won’t get all this back until you get it together.”

Even his mum, who was usually always permissive, had lost her temper: “How is that possible? With your intelligence to take home such a bad school report?“

However, Alf, this was his name, did not give up.

“It’s not my fault”, he repeated in his head. “Everything is boring, and why do I have to learn all those things? I can very well do it myself.” In short, instead of regretting it, Alf continued on his steps.

As he crossed the main street of the small town he lived in, he heard a whistle. So, he turned to see where it came from. He could not understand it and got back on his road when another one arrived.

- Hey, you! …

The whistle and the voice came right from the alley, next to a green garbage bin.

- Hey, you! - the voice called again.

Alf could not see anyone, so he approached ...

- Hey, you! - he heard for the third time

Alf checked around the bin and again saw no one. He turned to leave, but he heard the voice again.

- Hey, you! Look down. We are here.

Alf took a good look around but saw only a pair of red and white leather trainers abandoned at the bottom of the garbage bin and thought that they had undoubtedly been gorgeous once.

- Hey, you!

Alf jumped, he couldn’t believe his eyes, the toe of his right shoe had moved as it said “Hey”. From the left shoe, the sound “you” came out. Can it be? He rubbed his eyes.

- Hey, you! You know it’s rude not to answer? - they repeated.

- Are you talking to me?

- Yes, we are. It’s just us in the alley. Are you dumb?

- How dare you! - Alf exclaimed, offended.

- Okay, sorry. Haven’t you ever seen shoes talking?

- No! - Alf answered, still amazed.

- Ah! There it is. Take us with you and give us a clean, and we will be grateful.

- We? How many are there of you?

- Six and Dix - said the left shoe; immediately after, the right said - Nice to meet you.

- Nice

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