Bigfoot and the Possum Insoles

The Beloved is into footprints. He treads with his mighty foot upon the battle fields of daily life with the step of a man well grounded. He does, however, leave a trail. But now, with his newfound zeal, he has determined to me, the Goddess of Green, that he will proceed with a lighter step. Ah ha! Despite the broad shoulders, and the arms like tree trunks--ready to take up a sword no lighter than William Wallace--the Beloved will walk gently upon this plane and reduce his carbon footprint!

Bigfoot is no more! I needed to find something to symbolize this moment. It was then that I knew what it had to be--possum insoles from New Zealand! I duly produced this perfect give--two brown furry items. The Beloved did not quite know what to do with them. Was it all that was needed was a piece of twine to join them together to cover the private parts front and back. This would solve many problems in one fell swoop--eliminate the need for insecticide infested, water thirsty cotton tainted by the aura of sweat shop labour in China--just the two possum fur bits to cover the family jewels. But no, I remonstrated, these were for the warriors boots to step forward with that light tread of a vegetarian apiarist. He put them in the boots and politely walked off into the battlefield of Monday morning with the look of righteousness about his countenance--or was it just the pinching in the toes!

I am not sure how often he would want to repeat such a march with such companions in the boots--let me see--I might just set off to procure twine to get in train the alternative.! Life at Castle Green is looking interesting!