I placed the boots on the stone wall and examined them. My brother stood beside me staring at them as well, total silence between the two of us as we try to figure out what to do.
“Duct tape?” he asked finally.
I nodded and we went to work on the mangled toes. Several minutes later we took a step back to examine our work.
“Do you think he will notice?”
My brother shook his head, “Nah! He puts them on in the dark.”
About 10 hours later we woke up to a loud holler, “What is that!”
With eyes wide we pulled our sheets over our heads.
Word Count: 107
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