the happy feet tales: baby steps

Once upon a time, in a big city on one of the big islands of a tropical archipelago close to the equatorial belt where the best coffee in the world grows, there lived a pair of feet.

They were happy feet.

The happy feet loved to walk. Oh, how they could walk! The right happy foot and the left happy foot would take turns being in front, one after the other, walking around the city, getting from one place to another, doing what they were made to do.

But the happy feet were attached to the ankles of a lazy writer who stayed indoors for weeks on end, her bottom growing roots into her armchair as she typed boring articles and surfed the Intarwebz for hours and hours.

The happy feet didn’t get to go out much. That made them sad.

One day the lazy writer’s doctor-classmate-from-school said: You must exercise. I recommend walking. Everyday.

But how, the lazy writer asked.

Baby steps, he said. Take baby steps.

One day, the lazy writer put on a pair of wooden sandals. They were also called “Happy Feet“. The lazy writer’s happy feet loved them because they were light, which meant they could move faster.

They were cool, so the happy feet would not feel hot even on a blazing summer day.

They were open, and the happy feet loved that best of all! Because that meant the happy feet’s toes could wiggle and jiggle and wriggle like toes love to do.

The lazy writer took a cab to work because she was late for a meeting, as she usually was. On her way back home, she remembered her doctor-classmate-from-school’s advice. Baby steps, she told herself. I will walk home.

The happy feet were so excited!

The right happy foot and the left happy foot took turns taking baby steps, one in front of the other, walking towards home, as their toes wiggled and jiggled and wriggled with joy.

They walked dusty gray pavements, but they didn’t mind; there were many things to see along the way.

The happy feet met a plant that grew close to the ground. Its stalk and leaves were very green and they reached out to passing feet. Clip-clop, clip-clop, went the happy feet in the wooden sandals past the plant-in-the-pavement.

Along the way there was a sign for the lazy writer’s favorite energy drink on the facade of a sari-sari store in an old house. Beside the store was an old church. It had red-painted walls. Clip-clop, clip-clop went the happy feet past the store-in-a-house.

When the happy feet first set out, the sun was hidden behind gray clouds. After a while, the sun came out. It shone on the lazy writer’s head. A tall tree’s leaves glowed bright green against the sun, making the lazy writer squint and blink. Clip-clop, went the happy feet past the tree-in-sunlight.

They passed the site of an old racetrack. Once there were loud fans cheering race horses on. Now there were no more fans, no more horses, and no more track. Big noisy construction machines had leveled the place into the ground. Clip-clop, went the happy feet past the once-a-racetrack.

The happy feet met another plant. It was growing in a large metal can that once held infant formula, but now had holes punched with nails all over its bottom while inside it was soil from the old racetrack. The plant was healthy. Its leaves were pretty. Clip-clop, went the happy feet past the plant-in-a-can.

They rounded a corner and saw a big concrete horse’s head. It once sat on the gate in front of the old racetrack. Folks had taken the head down, cleaned it, and put it on a pedestal covered with tiles. This was so that people would always remember the old racetrack. The happy feet knew they were near home. Clip-clop, they went, taking baby steps a little bit faster, past the horse’s-head-marker.

Before them was a long stretch of road. Green tricycles lined up under big old mango trees wrapped in a rainbow, waiting to take passengers where they wanted to go. The drivers asked the lazy writer if she wanted to take a ride. No, thank you, she said. I’ll keep on walking. Clip-clop, went the happy feet past the tricycles-in-rainbow.

At last they came to their street. Close to the corner were two fighting-cock farms. Inside the red gate and the blue gate were many scratch pens of wood, like triangles set into the ground. There were also tall fly pens of wood and plastic mesh. There were many fighting cocks, crowing tik-ti-laok. The happy feet knew they were very near home. Clip-clop they went past the cockpits-in-city.

At last the happy feet were home! The lazy writer was happy too. She had taken baby steps to exercise and it wasn’t bad. It felt very good. And she saw a lot of interesting things along the way. She decided to take a walk more often. The happy feet were glad they got to do what they were made to do. And the toes wiggled and jiggled and wriggled for joy.

~ The End ~

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11 Comments on the happy feet tales: baby steps

  1. pinoytransplant
    4 June 2010 at 8:37 pm (3687 days ago)

    Then the hungry stomach growls, “Food, food food”! “Oh no”, said the happy feet. “Don’t worry, I got this under control”, said the lazy writer.

  2. JennyO
    4 June 2010 at 8:55 pm (3687 days ago)

    Aarrgh, you know me too well! That’s the part I didn’t put in the story. Because when I got home, there was – let me see – melon ice candy, hard-boiled eggs, McDonald’s Filet-0-Fish (where did that come from?), Japanese sweet corn…ahehe. :D

  3. TAO
    4 June 2010 at 10:13 pm (3687 days ago)

    Your feet are very verbal. My feet say nothing. Must be a Filipino thing. :D

  4. JennyO
    4 June 2010 at 10:18 pm (3687 days ago)

    TAO – you mean your feet don’t even say “Ouch!” at the end of a long day? :)

  5. Chito Limson
    5 June 2010 at 9:42 am (3686 days ago)

    My feet are happy in their Crocs and tennis shoes. On occasion, they go ga ga in a foot spa. I wish there were podiatrists in the Philippines.

    Great article, er… fable. Jenny O!

  6. Bea
    6 June 2010 at 6:56 am (3686 days ago)

    You really should do CW. :)

  7. Martin
    3 August 2010 at 6:23 am (3628 days ago)

    Like your little story very much. Its really very funny.
    I use the happy feet sandals too i think the name is glide. They are very confortable and cool ;)
    Best regards from germany
    Martin

  8. annemie
    6 December 2012 at 3:55 pm (2771 days ago)

    Hi

    I saw in your blog that you wear the Happy feet sandals from the Phillipines. I intend to order them via internet and I am interested in other peoples experiences with them. Can you maybe help me? I would like to know how the shape of the footbed is? Do they have a toe crest? Can you really change the straps? Are they heavy or light? Can you wear them with tights? Look forward to toyr answer!

    Kind regards

    Annemie

    annemiewang@yahoo.com

    from Holland,Europe

  9. JennyO
    12 December 2012 at 9:54 am (2765 days ago)

    Annemie, thanks for reading my blog!

    There is a toe crest and yes, the straps can be changed. I find them light to walk with but they take some getting used to especially at first because they are solid wood and there is no “yield”.

    Tights are not generally worn with them because the toe seams would be visible and the sandals would slip off your feet. You need bare feet to properly “grip” the surface with your skin.

    Hope this helps you make your purchase decision :)

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