A Treat

Momma must be able to read my mind. I was only glaring at the girl from behind. Momma said, " Whatever you do, Say something nice. I don't want to tell you twice!" Stretching high on my toes, I took a deep breath. I mumbled about. What came out was, "My what nice shoes you have." Momma gave me a strange look. Stumbling along I continued to say, " Your toes fit so nicely, were the shoes made that way?" I must admit I struggled that day. Saying something nice is harder when you try. Particularly to meet Mommas expectations, And she gives you the evil eye. Turns out there were no shoes, Just feet encrusted with dirt. No money for shoes. It worked out that day, The girl turned around and explained she wove flax and created shoes. She became my best friend, And is to this day! The flax shoes stayed on her feet. Having any coverings, Was quite a treat.