The soul an the tree.

This shoe is living in a tree in my friend’s garden. It’s been living there for some time now. 
I don’t know when Shoe decided to  make a pact with Tree, but I guess it must have been a while ago. Shoe has become brandless and just as motionless as Tree. Tree though has a name, it’s Carob Tree. Shoe who prefers to present itself rather as Ms. Soul has made the best of it.

She has bonded with the Tree in a moment of forgetfulness. It’s a remarkable and improbable story of the quick footed Ms Soul and the pensive slow Mr Tree.
Perhaps it was the conversation about rubber that brought them together, perhaps old farmer Jack, no-one remembers, but it ended up in a soul exchange of some kind.