The empty boots.

All was silent in the forest. Not a breath of wind could be felt or heard.

A blanket of crisp, crimson leaves lay on the forest floor,avoiding the boots that sat still on the forest floor, and a faint earthy smell wafted through the tall, bare-branched trees.

The serenity of the scene was gradually broken as the empty boots began to come to life. The soft, brown leather seemed to flex, as if something had slipped inside them. The leaves rustled and crunched beneath them, as one of the boots miraculously took a step forward…

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Samantha.