Where do the tiny rocks in my slippers come from?
I’m a barefoot girl in the warm months but for half the year here in the Oregon chill I wear big woolly slippers - the kind with thick rubberized soles on the bottom and fluffy lamb fuzz that wraps around my ankle. At least once a week I tuck my bare feet into them, take a step, and Ouch! It is princess and the pea time. An immense boulder, okay, a minuscule pebble that merely feels huge and boulder-like, has appeared inside.
The rock wasn’t there earlier so what happened? Space dust? Inter-dimensional travel? Invisible jolly jokers?
Dark magic must be afoot. Or at least underfoot.