• The Mystery Of The Yellow Shoes

    We write a lot about the works of Missy Jones here on Texansunited.com. Of course, that’s because if something is going on in the area, Missy Jones is often at the center of it, right? Well, we recently discovered that Missy was at it again about six weeks ago, this time in a second grade classroom!

    “When this second grade class was in the first grade, they studied about authors and illustrators. I thought that since they had studied these things it would be so nice for them to get to take part in writing a story. I had the idea about the yellow shoes, and I wanted the story to carry the message that each of us is just right, just right the way we are.

    “A special thanks goes out to Joyce McCamey, and artist from Comanche County who illustrated the story with her sketch of the barnyard gate. It has also been my pleasure to work with Mrs. Leonhard and her students.”

    Missy came up with the idea for the book and then took it to the second graders who ran with it. After the book was complete, each student was given a copy of it.

    The Mystery Of The Yellow Shoes

    It was very early in the morning and the sun was just coming up. All of the animals in the barnyard were waking up, ready to start a new day. There was the horse, the cow, the sheep, the ducks, the chickens, and the dog and the cat.

    When the animals walked out of the barn, they all went into the barnyard at the same time. The first thing they saw was a pair of yellow shoes sitting by the big barnyard gate. They all looked and looked. No one could think who had left a pair of yellow shoes by the gate. They were pretty shoes, bright yellow with black buttons up the side.

    Each of the animals looked at the shoes. First of all was the horse. He walked around, stood by the gate and shook his head.

    “They are not mine,” he said. “Haw, Haw, Haw. Just look; I am wearing my shoes.” And sure enough, he had on his horseshoes, just like everyday, and his shoes were round, almost in a circle.

    Then the cow walked up to the shoes. “Those are not my shoes, but I’ll try them on.” She did, and the shoes wouldn’t button up the side.

    The cow fell down. She said, “I don’t like yellow anyway. I just want to walk to the pasture and back to the barnyard every day.”

    Next came the sheep. They walked up single file and looked at the shoes. One said, “Let me try them on.” That didn’t go well at all. The sheep fell down trying to get the yellow shoes on.  All of the sheep said, “They are not our shoes. All we do is walk to the pasture and back to the barn. We don’t need fancy shoes like that.”

    Next came the ducks, waddling up to the gate. All of them said, “They are not our shoes. Why would we needa pair of yellow shoes? We already have feet that look like that.”

    Then came the rooster and the chickens. They stood with their feet beside the yellow shoes. The chickens said, “My, look how big they are. Much too big for our feet. We like to use our feet to scratch around in the dirt. We would poke holes in those shoes.”

    Next the brown dog came and looked at the shoes. He said, “I don’t like shoes. I don’t need to wear them because I have pads on my feet.”

    Last of all, there was the yellow cat. She looked at the shoes. She tried on one shoe and kicked it off. She said, “I didn’t like to wear shoes because they fluff up my fur.”

    Late in the afternoon, after the animals had been in the fields and the pasture all day, they came back into the barnyard. The yellow shoes were still there. No one knew who they belonged to. It was a mystery.

    Finally, the rooster walked up. He hung his head down. He said, “The shoes are mine. I should have told you at first. I went into town to the shoemaker and had them made. I wanted so bad to be able to wear shoes like the ducks do so I could swim in the water.

    “They just get right in the water and paddle around with their yellpw feet. I thought if I had shoes like them then I could paddle in the water also.”

    All of the animals crowded around. The ducks told him, “Oh, your feet are just right for you. We have always been jealous of you because you can scratch around in the dirt and look for bugs and other good things to eat. We can’t because just look at our feet; they are not  made for scratching in the dirt, just for paddling around in the water.”

    And the horse said, “I always wanted to be able to scratch around in the dirt like you, but just look at my big feet. They are only good for wallking and running.”

    And the cow came by. She told the rooster, “My feet are just made for walking around, for going to the pasture and back to the barnyard. I always wanted to be able to scratch around in the dirt like you do.”

    And here came the sheep, and they crowded around and all talked at the same time. “Why, if we saw something good to eat on the ground, we couldn’t scratch around and look for it. All we can do is just walk along and eat grass. Your feet are just right for you.”

    And the dag and cat came by. “Yes, we might be able to scratch around a little, but you are the Champion Scratcher and Digger in the whole barnyard.”

    And here came the hens to talk to the rooster. “Why, we have always been so proud of you. You take good care of all of us, always scratching and finding good things for us to eat. What would we do without you?”

    And the rooster looked down at his feet.  “Yes,” he thought. “My feet are just right for me.”

    About Fredda Jones

    Fredda Davis Jones was raised “in the country” in Comanche County and learned very early that creativity and innovation are traits that can flourish even in small-town Texas and that with enough effort, indeed nothing is impossible, including being married to the same man for over 40 years! Rickey and Fredda have 2 children, 5 grandchildren, and a crazy life that includes sitting in the bleachers several times a week. The rest of her time is spent creating great content for texansunited.com and marketing small-town Texas.
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    3 Responses to The Mystery Of The Yellow Shoes

    1. missy jones says:

      Fredda: thanks so much for telling the story of my story. I loved working with these students, and Mrs. Leonhard and Joyce McCamey. As I told these students that day, a book is forever. You can watch a movie, a television program, turn them off and they are gone. But, a book is something you will have forever. Read it, put it on the coffeetable or in the book shelf. You can go back and read it again anytime.

    2. Nancy Holland says:

      Fredda, enjoyed the story of Missy. Recently, to settle an argument with my 12 year old Grandson, I took Weston to the Comanche County Museum. He had told me about Dubin’s museums an how great they were. I in turn told him about the museum in our home town. While there he discovered the “Pettit Wall” which is his family name. Missy gave him a grand tour explaining about the Pettit family and all of their history that she had knowledge of. He was so impressed to see pictures that he had seen on his Grandfaher Jack Pettit’s wall. Missy made a new friend and I won the argument.

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