You can't let Clara crush or suffocate under Mrs Purdey's massive foot. With your conscience getting the best of you, you run around to the front of the Purdey residence, and enter the backyard the proper way. You just barely made it, because Mrs. Purdey had just finished tying off the laces of her left sneaker, and was now focusing her attention on inserting her foot in the shoe that contained the tiny girl!
"Hey, Mrs. Purdey!" you shout, startling her. She looks up at you; leaving the right shoe laying on the porch.
"Well, hello young man. I wasn't expecting company as you can see. I have been been doing some gardening..." Maria Purdey said, slightly uncomfortable with her appearance.
Considering she was a large woman of advancing years you could understand that she might be a little self conscious of the way she appeared in a blue bikini and covered with dirt and sweat.
"You look beautiful as always, Mrs. Purdey." you try to reassure her.
"Thank you, young man. Please, call me Maria. What brings you to my home?" she says, with a raise of her eyebrow.
"I couldn't help but notice you were doing a little gardening, and I thought I would help", you lie.
"That's very sweet of you. Let me show you what needs to be done. I have been..." she starts explaining what she had been doing and what she intended to do, but you aren't listening; your attention is focused on her right shoe. As she talks she absent-mindedly maneuvers her foot into it. You think you can see a tiny figure deep inside struggling to climb out...
"Wait!" You shout out. Maria looks at you in bewilderment.
"I mean... wait. I can see you've been working hard and I think your feet deserve a rest. Why don't you just tell me what to do and I'll do everything", you explain in a much calmer tone.
"You're such a dear!" Mrs. Purdey says. "But I think I know what is going on..."
You swallow the lump building up in your throat. "You... you do?"
"Of course! I may be getting older, but I can see when a young man has taken a liking to a woman. You don't have to be shy. Just admit it; you have a crush on..."
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