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Mike, the shoemaker, lived in a small house, in a small village, in a
very small region. His shoe making workshop was in the basement
of his house and his home was at the end of this small village. And
everybody that came in or out of the village stopped at Mr. Mike’s
workshop to polish their shoes or to change their soles or to fix
their shoe heels.
Mr. Mike would wake up every Lazy Monday from dawn and wait
for the truck that brought him the new materials: beautiful
leather, rubber soles, special varnish and so on.
One day, his wife announced that he would become a father soon,
and moreover that she thought it was a boy. The first image that
crossed Mike’s mind was a pair of leather shoes instead of the
baby’s face.
The next morning Mr. Mike had one more reason to wake up at the
crack of dawn. He had ordered a very rare material to make a
nice pair of shoes for his one and only son. He got up from his bed
very early, even earlier than the rooster.