THAT A COUPLE STOLE FROM ME, so what do I do? I steal 'em. I need these booties, I need these booties in my hands. I must feel the booties, smell the booties. One night I dressed in a dark silk and slippers of a dark black tint, and I quietly strutted across their lawn and when reaching the supposedly locked door, I found it was unlocked. I opened the door, and listened for the couple-- and hearing their snores, I proceeded to the room where I would soon find my glorious baby booties. Entering said room, I looked around and was awestruck at the amount of wrapped gifts... sighing, I started unwrapping them, quietly. I finally found the booties and when I did, I fell on my knees and tears ran down my cheeks from all the overwhelming joy that I felt. "I have done it!! I HAVE FOUND THE BOOTIES!!"
I was too loud, the couple woke up.. I quickly stuffed the booties in my tunic and ran out the back door, I hear their screams of finding their gifts trashed-- but I didn't care. I got myself the booties I needed for my collection, and my collection is more important than anything.
4 years later
I'm dead. I died by suffocation. Too many booties surrounded me as I slept and an earthquake sent them falling on top of me and I suffocated in a matter of 4 minutes. Now, as a ghost I gazed upon my brothers sorting through my booties, and shaking their heads in disbelief they nailed a sign in the front of my yard, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn," it said.