Once upon a time there was a foot. A tough foot, I must say, ready to confront the bitterness of the world and able to regenerate. But as the world is really though, some help is always appreciated.
One day, the foot met a nice black boot. Black and made of cow’s leather. After a long life giving milk and feeding others, the boot accepted a whole new life who was introduced to it - protecting feet. That’s life, one cycle ends and another begins.
Foot and boot became good friends, where one protects the other, giving a meaning for being together.
The foot was protected by the heat, dust and wind, but isolated from the sun and fresh air.
It was a good fellow, but… it smells a bit bad. The boot helped the foot but got back a bad smell as reward. And some rewards are hard to get rid of.
On the other hand the boot was used and dirty now, it wasn’t so comfortable anymore. Besides foot loved their conversation, but now it needed a new shelter.
One day, the foot got a ride, together with the boot, on a long trip.
As man spoils nature, he can’t control its power.
While the car was driving by that straight and dusty road along the savannah, the foot begged for a break, needing some fresh air. The boot could also get some rest, or at least it was what the boot thought. By the way, it says that the boot was the smelly one.
Suddenly, was decided that boot would retire. And, in the middle of the savannah, they threw the boot on the pickup’s rear. There, boot was feeling lonely. The foot kept in silence, while mouths and noses whispered gossips about the poor boot : - Could you smell that? It is too old, it can be used anymore!
The road was full of holes and knolls, the car jumped at each hole and the boot couldn’t hold itself.
(to be continued...)