“I hate them,” he shouted, flinging his shoes across the room.
“Why?” asked his mother.
“Nobody wears white shoes. They stink.”
“But they look so nice.”
“They don’t. They’re horrible.”
The shoes stayed hid in a closet as the season passed. Then the boy’s mother told him to tidy his room.
“Where’s your nice white shoes?” she asked him later.
“I dunno. Must have got mixed up with all that junk I was throwing out.”
An orphan searched the dump for food. White shoes that he found in a bag kept his feet from getting cut, and that was good.