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The King’s Shoe

I lay down beside trash, no one cares about me and no one pays attention to me anymore. I wonder how that ends did to me like that, alone and no one beside me after this long time. Like everyone in this world I had a story, but my story was not like any other stories.

In 1644, I was made especially for king Charles (the king of the three kingdoms) in the occasion of his birthday. Arson is a great shoemaker who made me from the finest crocodile skins (Alligator) coming from Eastern Europe. He spent 2 months in order to finish me to the fullest and best shape.

On the 56th birthday of the king, I was presented to him and he was impressed by the shape, material and the way I looked like. At once the king decided to wear me and I was best fitted to him. Both of us were very happy that day. The king always wears me on celebrations, ceremonies, and very special occasions as I was very important to him. The king preferred to put me on a separate closet above all other shoes. The other shoes were filled with jealousy and hatred of me but that was not my fault, I was the best of them on everything and the king loves me.

In 1649, after 5 years of luxurious life the king died and the older prince Adam became the king. The prince was not interested in me and he did not like me like his father, after a while he decided to put me with the other shoes and that day was one of the worst days of my life as, the others made laughs of me and I was the gloating on their eyes. It doesn't matter, I continued my life without paying any attention to them but after a while, the new king awarded me to the head guard and the army chief. From this moment, I have seen a lot of battles and I kicked many people of our enemies and I made a lot of victories around 8 years. But after that I became pale, dirty, torn apart and I am no longer capable of fighting again.

In 1657 and after 8 years of glory, the army chief decided to give me to a good farmer as a result of his honesty. From that day, I worked on the farm dealing each day with mud, bugs, worms, insects and Dung. That was the saddest part of my life I spend two dreary years on this farm until I got sleazy and old. At last the farmer decided to leave me die in peace, he throw me beside garbage and left me stand-alone against death. And here I am laying down beside trash no one cares for me and no one gives attention anymore, waiting the moment of death and I am not afraid of it. I remember the good days I lived, memories of tender and glory, how happy I was in the past and good treatment. Now, I am prepared to meet my Maker and “I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens.”