The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes | Part Three & Four | Winter, Spring, and the Return (Read In En...
0The Tribe of the Wandering Shoes | Part Three & Four | Winter, Spring, and the Return
After a summer shining with light and an autumn drizzly but fascinating in its colors, the Tribe of the Wandering Shoes set off again for new adventures—mysterious, surprising, and of course, a little dangerous. More determined than ever, ready to overcome any challenge, they resumed their journey
Winter didn’t take long to arrive: in December, the first snow fell on the mountains. The Tribe boarded a coach headed to the Dolomites, where the snow-covered peaks waited for them on the horizon. As soon as they settled into the hotel, excitement took over. They couldn’t wait to dive into the fresh snow and build a giant snowman! They got straight to work, shoveling pile after pile of snow. With a little ladder, step by step, they reached the height of the face. Two buttons for eyes, a carrot for a nose, a pipe in the mouth, and a scarf wrapped around the neck—it was perfect!
“Brrr! It’s freezing!” — exclaimed one of them, and they all looked down at their tips and saw they were completely frozen.
“We need a miracle!” — declared one shoe with a solemn tone.
“Maybe a portable radiator…” — mumbled another, her laces trembling.
They decided to call the Alpine Rescue Team, which arrived with a supersonic jet packed with hot water bottles, boiling tea, and thermal blankets. But just then, the weather station—mounted on a space ship at the top of the mountain—reported a severe snowstorm on the way. The Tribe, worried, asked to return immediately to the valley, but the jet couldn’t transport them in the traditional way. The only solution? Catapult them down like snowballs wrapped in thermal blankets!
“Um… excuse me, but has anyone ever tried this system before?” — asked one shoe, suspicious.
“No, but what could possibly go wrong?” — replied another.
“Worst case, we’ll end up spread across the snow like jam on toast!”
The flight was wild: they bounced off a cable car, spun an eagle and a couple of vultures into the air, who, surprised, exclaimed,
“Oh! Oh!”
Fortunately, the mountain pines gave them a soft landing with their snowy branches. The shoes landed unlaced, a bit bruised, but safe.
“I think we just invented the first extreme sport for footwear,” — commented one, still dizzy.
The villagers in the valley found them and, touched by their story, brought them to the old cobbler in town. The man, with decades of experience repairing mountain shoes, was initially puzzled to see such a colorful and battered bunch. That night, the cobbler couldn’t sleep, wondering how to fix them. At dawn, with determination, he got to work.
“No, no, help! You’re going to hurt me!” — protested the purple shoe at the sight of the tools.
“Oh please!” — said the cobbler with a smile.
“I’ve been bringing mountain boots back to life for years. You’ll be brand new, trust me!”
And so, with expert hands, he stitched, glued, and brightened their colors, working passionately until every shoe looked spectacular again.
The Tribe spent happy days in the village. With Christmas around the corner, they helped decorate the lit-up streets, snow-covered trees, and shop windows. By then, everyone knew their story and called them left and right for advice on decorations, and the atmosphere was magical and festive.
Soon, the days grew brighter and you could feel the awakening of spring in the air. Their snowy adventure was behind them, but a new challenge was waiting ahead. The Tribe started to miss the city they had left and decided to go back. They marched in single file and took the right road at the first roundabout. They followed a little stream and, after a long walk, stopped by the bank to rest. They stepped into the shallow water to cool off, when one of them, sharper than the others, noticed something strange beneath some dry branches.
“Come here, come here!” — she called out.
The others rushed over curiously, and with great effort, they managed to flip over what turned out to be an old wooden boat. They jumped in, nudging each other.
“I’m going first!”
“No, me first!”
They bickered, tripping over their own laces, but since they were a bit tired from walking, each one took her place. Soon, they noticed a problem.
“Um… has anyone seen the oars?”
“Oh no! Now how do we move?”
Just then, a shiny pike and a giant shimmering carp emerged from the foamy waves and, without saying a word, began to push the boat, gliding it along the stream and lifting it into the air.
“But… this is magic!” — gasped one shoe, amazed.
As the stream widened into a river, they spotted their city in the distance. The two extraordinary fish dropped them off on the shore and, in the blink of an eye, vanished into the golden reflections of the water.
“Good gracious, what just happened?” — they all exclaimed.
Still stunned and silent, they headed toward the big tree-lined park in the city. Lying in the grass, they looked up at the ...