I Stole a Shoe

by ProfessorArgon

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Comedy
Length: 366

A short story in which Angel tells of a time when he stole a shoe.

This is the story of when Angel stole a shoe. I would tell you more, but it would spoil the story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-26 20:58:21 UTC

The Only Chapter

I stole a shoe once. It was awful.

One day, I was hopping around, my caretaker, the yellow flying one, was previously trying to shove carrots down my throat as usual. Who does a rabbit have to slap to get a sundae around here!? Anyways, I got fed up. I hopped away to go find some decent food. On the way, I noticed a shoe just lying there. No ponies were around, and I'd never heard of a pony who would leave a shoe lying around. It was a nice shoe, it looked brand new, It was black and glossy. There was a white sock with it. The sock smelled of feet, but the shoe was nice. It was then that a thought came to my mind. I hatched a plan. I don't know why, but it sounded like a good idea. I took the shoe. I took the shoe and I hopped away.

I made it to the market, and thought maybe I could trade the shoe for some decent food. I was hopping around, looking for a buyer, when a female pony ran into the market, saying something about... shoes- uh, oh... I looked around for somewhere to toss the shoe. I threw it at a brown pony with a flaming-tire on her butt. It hit her head, she was dazed for a second, but quickly recovered. She was mad. She looked around, and saw the mare with the missing shoe. She started growling.

She swiftly ran over to the mare and smashed a barrel over her. The mare did not take kindly to this, she grabbed a bouquet from the stall behind her and slapped the brown mare with it. The mare running the stall began to shout at the shoeless mare, who then splashed the flower mare with a nearby bucket of water. The bucket of water belonged to a colt who was selling goldfish. The fish were flopping around, and the ponies were shoving each other. They shoved each other into other ponies, and those ponies began shoving back. Fish, flowers, feathers and fur were soon flying free.

After that day, I never stole a shoe again.