If Feet Could Talk
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Kathleen Hammond Leatherbarrow. If Feet Could Talk
IF FEET COULD TALK
Children, watch for the butterflies! Each time you see one, it is a reminder that by buying this story, you have helped other children receive shoes to wear to school. Half of the profits of this story will be donated to a charity called “Shoes That Fit” Teachers send the names of children who need new shoes to this charity. Those children are so happy to have nice new shoes for school and your purchase has helped them get those shoes
Do you love animals? Me too! Have you ever wondered why each animal has feet that are different from other animals? Me too! Let’s ask some animal friends what they think about their feet
Ms. Giraffe is surprised when asked about her feet. She says, “As a matter of fact, my feet are quite the problem at times. See how tiny they are? Sometimes it can be very tricky for them to hold up my body with this very long neck. If I drop a leaf on the ground and reach my mouth down to pick it up, sometimes I feel sure that I will topple over. On the other hand, I mean on the other foot, it is good for me that my hard hooves are small. I can step onto little mounds and ledges to reach tree leaves that my long tongue finds so delicious.”
Mr. Polar Bear says, “I have the coldest feet of all. Even Mrs. Bear complains when we nap, that my paws freeze her. How perfect my paws are though, for sliding across the ice. They save me steps alright! When I swim, my big paws help me push the water to catch our food, and these long nails help me to grasp my dinner so it does not get away. Those many fish can be very squirmy.”
“Some think my feet look like tree trunks,” says Ms. Elephant. “The bugs and rabbits and other forest friends scurry to get out of my way as I walk to the pond. Most of the time, I just plod along. At times, when poachers approach, we use our strong legs to run away as fast as we can to safety. The earth rumbles as we hurry. That is when we wish we also had wings!”
“Oh my Goodness, how many legs do I actually have?” Ms. Centipede asks. “They are all behind me. I can’t see to count them. I have so many legs, that sometimes one foot tries to go faster than the others. I keep from falling because the other feet hold me up. I hardly ever get tired, because I have so many feet to do the work. My partner always complains that it takes so very long to give me so many foot rubs!”
“My, my, how did I get feet without any legs?” exclaims Mr. Penguin. “That is why I take such small steps. Makes me sort of waddle, doesn’t it? It takes me a long time to go step by step, from place to place, in this cold snow. Whatever would I do with long legs? I only need my webbed feet as I dive under the water to catch my dinner or to slide on top of the ice on my furry tummy. But most important of all, I hide my baby’s egg in my furry feathers, on top of my feet, to keep it safe from the cold. So I guess I’ll just love my waddle after all.”
Ms. Mountain Goat says “I can climb where no others dare to go! No mountain scares me, for my hooves can fit on the smallest ledge and I scamper where others fear to tread. My hooves have soft pads in the middle that act like suction cups when they press down on the rocks. They can spread wider so I won’t slip when I go down big hills. We live high on mountains to avoid our natural enemies such as wolves, bears and cougars. They do not like steep mountains at all because their feet are not clever like mine”
Madame Flamingo has the skinniest legs ever! How do her feet even hold them steady? And why does she only stand on one leg when she has two legs. Where does the other one go? Could it be that her feet, with their three webbed toes, are meant to stand her up day and night? Why do her feet need a running start before her feathery body can fly to the sky? “These questions are just ridiculous!” replies the pink bird, prancing off with her beak pointed into the air
Mr. Opossum was afraid when he was asked about his feet, so he just played like he was dead for a long time “Look at my feet,” he finally says. “I have a thumb on each back foot that helps me hold on to trees when I come out at night to find food. My tail also grasps the branches, so it is almost like having five feet. That is why I can spend a lot of time upside down. I think I have very handy feet.”
“All I need to do is let out a loud roar and my feet can go anywhere I want, because I am King of the Jungle.” proclaims Mr. Lion “My feet are big, fast and quiet so I can capture my dinner easily. My sharp claws help to divide my food into tasty morsels. Between my meals, I often lie in the tall grass so my paws happily get a lot of rest from this hot ground.” The King yawns and returns to his slumber
How about your feet? What would they say? “When I was born, my feet were pudgy and soft. My feet curled under me just like when I was inside my mommy. One day as I lay in my crib while waiting for someone to come and get me, I discovered my feet and found I could grab each one. Then surprise! They reached my mouth and even tasted good. Later I learned that I could push my feet off the rug and crawl to whatever I saw. My parents have said that life was never the same again! Soon my feet were usually covered by shoes and I learned to walk. Oh, if only my feet could talk. They would tell you about all the places they have taken me; to school, to the woods, to the farm, running after bouncing balls and playing all kinds of games. Sometimes they get too hot on the beach and too cold in the snow and much too tired on long hikes. But still they are my friends, obeying me as I command them to walk, skip or run, and they do. I think they are just the right size for me. Thank you God! Thank you for my feet!” THE END “Hey, what about me?” whines the butterfly. “You forgot about me. I have feet too! Mine are the most useful of all. Did you know I can taste the leaf with my feet as soon as I land on it? That way I know at once if the leaf is safe for my caterpillars to eat. On my forward pair of feet, I have kind of a brush that helps keep my antennae clean. My feet also have claws to help me hold on to slippery surfaces so I don’t fall off. Aren’t you impressed with my feet? I thought you would be! So am I!” Now, this is really THE END!
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