Shoelace Expedition

The front door was way too tempting to ignore! I hopped down from the windowsill and trotted straight toward the entry hall. Right beside the door stood a tall wooden shoe rack. I grabbed onto a braided sneaker lace—heave-ho!—and scrambled all the way up to the tongue of a giant running shoe. Tucked into the eyelet was a tiny metal aglet that gleamed in the light. From up here, I can see the whole hallway stretching out like a vast runway!