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  • Much as Diane did today, I came across abandoned footware on my travels through the streets of Bristol this summer.

    Just a single boot. Damp from the rain and still laced.

    So what was the story of this boot?

    Was the owner abducted by Feathers McGraw?

    Was it a practice object for learning how to tie shoelaces?

    Did the occupying foot mysteriously shrink, allowing the boot to escape?

    If if so, where was its companion?

    I needed advice.

    So I consulted Gromit.
  • Who, as always, had the answer.

    The water it soon came in, it did,
    The water it soon came in;
    So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
    In a pinky paper all folded neat,
    And they fastened it down with a pin.
    And they passed the night in a crockery-jar
    And each of them said, ‘How wise we are!

    It was a Jumbly boot, discarded as they wrapped their feet in pinky paper, folded neat.

    I walked on, satisfied. Life really is very simple.
  • Boot and Gromit photographed in Bristol, summer 2013. Jumbly lore provided by Edward Lear.
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