Soon dinner was finished. Tim and Paul had both eaten their dog food like good dogs would.

"Alright, girls, help me clean up. Paul, you go get ready for school tomorrow."

Paul followed orders and headed upstairs, leaving Tim downstairs to do god who knows what. As Paul walked past his mother's room, he started to sniff the air. He smelled shoes.

Paul had this sudden urge. He wanted to chew shoes? As must as he wanted to resist, Paul couldn't. So instead, he snuck into his mother's room, found the nicest pair of shoes, and started to lick and chew them.