The Shoe

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The shoe. At first, I was horrified, I wanted to hide it. I wanted to protect little Eva, who's been wrestling with nightmares recently. But of course, it's not a horror story, we're at a zoo, in America, a haven for children.

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But it's a shoe. A small child's shoe, one Eva herself might fit and it's abandoned two feet outside an alligator's mouth. A smiling, contented, look-who-just-swallowed-the-canary mouth.

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And it's only one shoe. No mate. No owner. No red-headed, freckle faced, mischievous boy attached.

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But it's a croc. A croc . . . in a faceoff with a gator.

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The gator smiles, but the croc stands.

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It's not a horror story, it's a play on words.

A pun.