posted on Oct, 29 2003 @ 07:42 AM
Months passed by as Billy's home was tripped over, stepped on, and eventually smothered with dirty laundry. Occassionally a crumble of fast food
would fall from the dirty man's pockets, but Billy hated fast food. She decided to live off of the cotton lining instead, and the man, who
occasionally tried on the shoes just to throw them back into the closet, began to wonder why the insides of his never worn shoes were deteriorating.
The man, also known as Rob, began to ponder the possibilities of why a shoe could wear out so easily.
Rob paced the room of his tiny apartment back and forth trying to figure out the big mystery, extra careful not to step on the piles of clothing, that
were mixed with old food bags and dirty plates, because he knew that sharp forks could be buried inside of the dangerous piles as well. But he always
managed to trip over Billy's poor shoe. Finally he came to a conclusion. He must have rats!
Billy became terribly frightened about Rob's assumed possibility of rats, because she knew that the chances of him putting rat poison in the shoe
were very high because these "rats" seemed to be all over his old, crusty shoes. She screamed as loudly as possible,and quickly ran back and forth
through the shoe, in hopes that she could distract Rob, but her seemingly loud scream did not even reach the outside of her prison.
Rob pushed a pile of leaky trash from in front of the doorway, and stepped outside to be greeted by the cool, crisp air of october. No wonder he had
rats, it was too cold outside for them to stay outdoors. He hopped into his car, and a few mcdonalds french fry containters fell to the ground before
he could close the door, and headed towards the pest control center.