A Job Well Done

I’m pleased to say that the graffiti laying claim to me by Ms Toughie and her gang soon washed off thanks to a rain shower, and so I was soon back serving all and sundry on the sink-estate – including this delightful, young businesswoman who had been walking through a muddy field and required me to lick the mud off her smart, white shoes.

And rightly so, for that’s what I’m here for – to clean people’s shoes. I’m glad to say that, due to my vigorous licking, the young woman’s shoes looked pristine white again as she walked away from me. Not that she congratulated me on a good job or anything – and nor should she. Her dirty shoemud belongs in my mouth, not on her shoes. I have merely transferred it to where it belongs, so, despite it being a job well done, I can’t exactly hold my head up high! And besides, the kindly young woman had graciously facilitated me twisting each pretty foot around so that my tongue could access every nook and cranny of her shoes. By rights, I should be thanking her!












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