three blue shoes

This is a story I wrote years ago for my children. Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a far away place, there lived a little horse named Blue. He was named Blue, because he was blue all over. He had a blue hide, blue tail, blue mane, and four blue shoes. You may wonder why this story is called “Three Blue Shoes” when Blue had four blue shoes. Well , Let me tell you about Blue. Blue like to explore, run, jump and swim, anything to get exercise. One day when Blue was out running he came to the base of a mountain.  “I never climbed a mountain before”, thought Blue, so he tried. At the base of the mountain was a pile of loose rock that had fallen from the mountain. As Blue started up the mountain one of his shoes got stuck in the rock.  Trying as hard as he could, Blue couldn’t get his shoe unstuck.  “Oh dear, what am I going to do?  I’m going to be stuck here forever”, thought Blue.  Then he had an idea, he would take off his stuck shoe and he would be able to get out.  Sure enough Blue was free, but his blue shoe fell down the hole between the rocks.  Blue limped home and told his mother the sad story. Farmer Brown, Blue and Blue’s mother went to look for the shoe, but with no luck.  “I’m sorry Blue, we’ll have to get you another shoe”, said Farmer Brown.  “What colour would you like?”   Blue answered, “blue of course”. Farmer Brown replied, “Sorry no blue left, we have green, red and purple”.  Blue was sad, “I’ll take purple please”, he said. So now Blue had four purple shoes. The worst thing was now the other horses teased him calling him Purple instead of his name Blue. Well, Blue sulked and didn’t go out and play anymore. Blue was so sad, he decided to run away. One afternoon when the other horses were out playing, Blue ran into the yard and jumped the fence.  “Wow”, said Blue, “I could never jump that high in my blue shoes.”  Then he ran faster and swam faster than ever before.  Blue was happy again.  He realized that the colour of his shoes didn’t matter and returned home with his head held up high. When the other horses called him Purple on his return, he said firmly, “My name is Blue”.  The other horses then asked Blue to come and play, so he did.  Farmer Brown, hung the three blue shoes over Blue’s door as a reminder that colour doesn’t matter. It’s what you do with what you have that does. ©2011