Miss HHG told me today that we were to go on a trip away... I find it harder and harder to say "no Miss" to her!

I was trepidatious but strangely excited as she wrapped me in her black silk scarf for the journey to London. Why *had* she taken all those shoes? 

All would soon become clear as she unpacked... 

"We're going to a place called Pedestal tonight, sweetie" she told me, "And we'll soon find a use for all those shoes!" 

How could I tell her I'd be in heaven? I'd had this 'thing' for beautiful feminine shoes and feet ever since I was accidentally dropped in Dolcis as an even-minier-andy. I had been lost among the rows and tiers of footwear, dodging the high heels as they came perilously close to me, fearful yet oddly fascinated. It'd been 3 days before I was found and by then - I was a changed mini.  I'd kept this a secret all my life and yet... Miss HHG knew!