Boy.
âThe ones youâve been told all your life, of course,â said the signpost. âStarting with nursery rhymes. Choose a nursery rhyme. Come on. Any rhyme.â
The Boyâs mind went blank. âEr,â he said.âEr ⦠the Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.â
âNot a great choice,â said the signpost. âShe doesnât get out much. Still, here we go.â And it went trotting off through the trees.
The signpost trotted on through the trees. They looked like green lollipops.
The Boy followed, because he didnât know what else to do. They came to an open space, and in it was a gigantic shoe, as big as a house. It was a real shoe, made of leather, with huge shoelaces, but there were windowsset neatly into its sides. Just over the heel there was a front door, with steps leading up to it.
Over the top of the shoe, where a foot would go in, was a sturdy tiled roof, with a smoking chimney. The Boy thought the house looked more like a boot than a shoe, but nobody had ever told him a story about the Old Woman Who Lived in a Boot.
The signpost gave a loud whistle, and out of the front door came a yelling crowd of children, jumping and quarrelling. Some were barefoot, some were only half dressed, some were very grubby. Some swung on thegiant shoelaces, some pointed at the Boy and giggled.
The Old Woman came running down the steps after them, very cross, shouting, âHannah, Ellie, Marina, get off those laces! Jack, Charlie, Liam, put some clothes on!â
She stopped, drying her hands on her apron. She wasnât so very old, the Boy sawâjust tired.
âOh dear,â she said to herself, âitâs a hard thing to be blessed with so many little darlings.â
The Boy said, âExcuse me, maâamââ
She looked at him in horror.âOh no!â shesaid. âIâm sorry, not another child! I simply cannot cope! Try another shoeâa size larger!â
Three little girls came grabbing at her apron, teasing, laughing.
âI donât want a home, maâam,â the Boy said. âIâm just looking for Saint George.â
The Old Woman tried to keep her balance, swatting at her children. âWell, you wonât find him hereâthereâs not a man in the land who would take on a family this size. Not even a saint!â
The other children came running, shouting.
âCan you tell me where to find Saint George?â the Boy yelled, as a small boy climbed up his back.
The Old Woman didnât answer. She shook herself free of the giggling children. âQuiet, all of you! Oh, what shall I do? For two pins Iâd whip you all soundly and put you to bed!â
The Boy thought that sounded like a good ideaâbut then he heard music. So did the children. They all stopped jumping about, and listened.
Out of the trees came a cheerful tune, coming closer, closerâand into the clearing came a tall thin man playing a pipe. He wore pants and a shirt patched with red andblue and yellow, and shoes to match.
âOh dear oh dear,â said the signpost. It jumped up and down at the Boyâs feet. âYou know who that is?â it said.
The Boy said, âHe looks like the Pied Piper of Hamelin.â
âHe is,â the signpost said. âAnd now weâre in trouble.â
The children began skipping in time to the Piperâs tune, clustering around him, laughing. The Piper kept on walking, so they skipped after him, out of the clearing, through the wood.
âChildren!â called the Old Woman. âCome back!â
But the children all skipped on, and the Boy went with them. The music was so happy that his feet wanted to skip too. The signpost came with him, but it was not at all happy. It kept muttering in its gruff little voice, âOh dear, oh dear, oh dear.â
Through the trees the children went, dancing to the Piperâs music, and the path began to rise steeply. Up and up
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