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Shoe Repairs.

A Leprechaun came to my large old house.

He spoke for a long time to my Family Mouse.

His job he said was to repair old shoes.

Now this to me was some very good news.

I had at least six pairs of shoes to repair.

He could eat with us and our meals share.

I would pay him for work well done in gold.

But I wanted my shoes both heeled and soled.

He started work right away on my old shoes.

I needed them badly to go on a long cruise.

He cut and hammered and sewed all day long.

On his lips a lilting strange sounding song.

For the last pair of shoes the leather he used.

Was of magic and had me quite confused.

I wanted to walk a mile or two to the town.

I was there at once, which caused me to frown.

It takes a young healthy man ten minutes or more.

To get from my house to the local grocery store.

But with my shoes magic are the leather soles.

I could appear anywhere to buy my bread rolls.

I just had to think of a place that I wanted to go.

I was transported there in seconds you know.

I know I suddenly thought of Paris in France.

Why I was there it was just like in a trance.

I paid the Leprechaun some gold for my shoe repairs.

Wearing new shoes Family Mouse came down stairs.

In his spare time the Leprechaun made them all shoes.

It was their secret not one mouse gave me any clues.

Their tiny shoes were all of magic leather made.

Which put all my poor working attempts in the shade.