On a fine winters morning the sun was shining, the snow had fallen, the shoe... was still stinky. The toe was still taken aback by the shoe's ethereal beauty, the toe was in love, it couldn't get the stinky and musty shoe out of it's head. The toe loved the shoe so much it hurt, but the toe knew the shoe would never feel the same or love it back. The toe had a sudden craving for grapes.. soon enough.... the toe walked up to the lemonade stand and it said to shoe running the stand "hey, hey, hey, lover you don't have to be so musty, i love you just the way you are" the shoe was taken aback.. because the shoe had always loved the toe.
