A girl wanted to buy shoes. Maybe she didn't have it, maybe the old got tired, or maybe she had a hundred pieces to choose from, but these seemed to be the most beautiful and desirable. In general, she bought them, dressed them and began to wear to rejoice. But not long. Soon, the girl noticed that her shoes were crushed, a cloth, a nail, and in general, a collar, not her. The girl was upset, but continued to wear her shoes, hoping that they would soon disappear. She was tormented, even crying, complaining to her friends how bad she was and what these shoes were awful. Friends, of course, sympathized with her, the smartest advised to throw off the shoes and find themselves normal. But the girl did not listen to anyone, she suffered, but she was patient. She still believed that someday these terrible shoes would spread, change, become smarter and cease to be such a goat, a selfish and a babble.