There was an old shoemaker who made shoes for a living. He lived with his wife in a small shop. One day, he said to his wife, “We have no more leather left. I can only make one more pair of shoes.” Just then, his friend from the shop next door came in. He said, “Hello, my name is Tony. I am a woodcarver and I carve toys. How can I help you?” “Would you come in? I will have a hot cup of tea,” the shoemaker said kindly and sat down. For it was cold outside, inside the shop there was an armchair near a warm fire. After he had finished his tea, he said to the woodcarver, “I am very hungry now. Would you like supper?” “Yes, please,” said the woodcarver happily. Because they were old friends, they had known each other since they were young boys at school. Now they were older men and kind men. “Sorry about the broken cup you smashed,” the shoemaker said. “No harm done, Morris. That’s what your name was, right?” the woodcarver said. “Here is your meal,” the shoemaker said. “You are so kind. Thank you,” Tony said. Morris smiled and sat down to eat with him. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. It was Tony’s wife and a policeman. “Sorry about the trouble I caused,” Tony’s wife said. “That’s all right,” the policeman said to them during supper. Mrs. Twiddle had a cold and her ears ached but she didn’t hear him very well. She thought he said…you know there’s my freind Mr jones he said would you give him suit
beause his clothes smell of fish and his been having to be in his boxer shorts he can’t just be naked no of course laughed the policeman and went to Mrs Twiddle’s house He gave him a butchers white coat an apron smart trousers and brown shoes in that Morris the woodcarver put in on thanks very much its just what i need said The shoemaker here you are you can have a suit of mine