That time he found himself facing two paths that crossed an immense river. He stopped shortly to make a decision. His left shoe looked like the one on the right. It seemed like an intelligent decision, for it was a short way, but perhaps too dark. The right shoe, on the other hand, preferred the path of his left which was longer but apparently friendly.
They had a heated discussion that grew in tone as the minutes passed. They both knew they had to come to an agreement, for if the young lady had the great virtue of having two legs, they were not elastic enough to follow both paths at the same time.
After several attempts of stomping, hanging with the cords, and of tongues worn out by the dialectic, they reached a common position. The left shoe, as usual, gained momentum, and the right one prepared to begin the step. After a few seconds of uncertainty and strangeness, those shoes looked up and found themselves empty.
The girl had been barefoot for several hours to swim up the river.