Fortuitous Foothole-Prisoner

This fortuitous foothole-prisoner's cell looks out onto the street, giving him a restricted view of the world outside - mainly of the feet and footwear of his betters as they go about their daily business. A few kind souls even stop occasionally to allow him to kiss their feet!

Do you think the fool realises just how fortuitous he is?











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