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Jellyfish Shoes

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Laura had some new jelly shoes.

She was really proud of them. They were pink and see-through like raspberry jelly.

She ran down to the beach in them. Wherever she walked, they left little tracks in the sand.

Like this:

'Look, Scott,

’

Laura called to her brother. 'My new jelly shoes are leaving stars in the sand.'

Squidge. Laura trod in something slippery. She lifted up her shoe. 'Ughhh!' she said. 'What's that

mess?'

'It's only a jellyfish,

’

said Scott. 'The sea washes them up on the beach.'

'Well, I don't like it,

’

said Laura. 'It looks like a jelly cow-pat.'

Slosh. The sea washed up some more jellyfish. Pink ones this time. They spread out in pink puddl

es on the sand.

'Watch out,

’

said Scott. 'Jellyfish can give you a nasty sting.' 'Yuk!' cried Laura. 'There are loads o

f them! And, phew, what a pong! I hate them. They'll spoil my new jelly shoes!'

Scott looked at the jellyfish on the sand. He looked at Laura's new shoes. An idea popped into his

head.

'I don't know why you hate jellyfish,' said Scott. 'What do you think your new shoes are made of?'

Laura looked down at her shoes. They were see-through and pink. The jellyfish on the beach were

see-through and pink too.

'Don't be silly,' she told Scott. But her voice was shaky.

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'I thought you knew,

’

said Scott. 'Don't you know what happens to all these washed-up jellyfish?'

Laura shook her head.

'I'll tell you what happens,

’

said Scott, who was good at stories. 'The jelly workers come round.

They come round at night with bin bags. And they shovel all the jellyfish into the bags. And they t

ake them away to the Jelly Shoe Factory.'

He went on, 'And they make them into shoes. Just like the ones you've got on. I thought everyone

knew that!'

Laura looked down at her new shoes.

'I don't think I like my new shoes any more,' she said. Then she tore them off.

'Yuk!' she said. 'I don't want pongy jellyfish shoes that sting mel' She threw them into the sea. Th

ey didn't sink. Jellyfish shoes don't sink. They just bobbed about on the waves. And washed furth

er and further away from the shore.

'Good riddance!' shouted Laura, waving them goodbye. Then she tiptoed back to the house in he

r bare feet.

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That night Laura dreamed about the jellyfish workers. She dreamed they crept along the beach wi

th bin bags in their hands. They bent down and shovelled up jellyfish. Soon they had whole shiver

ing sackfuls of them. Flies were buzzing all around them.

'Oh no!' cried Laura, waking up. 'The jelly workers are coming! ' But it was all right. She was safe i

n her own bed. 'It was just a bad dream,' she told herself.

Yet down on the dark beach, something was moving. Something was bobbing about on the waves

.

It was Laura's jellyfish shoes. They were coming back home. Gently, they washed in on the wave t

ops until at last a big wave washed them up on the sand. Neatly side by side.

'What a bit of good luck!' said Mum the next morning.

‘

Guess what I just found on the beach?

’

'Don't know,' said Laura.

Mum held up the jellyfish shoes. 'These! I bet you didn't even know you'd lost them.'

Mum tipped up one of the shoes. A winkle fell out of the toe.

'Here you are,' she said, handing the shoes to Laura. 'You can put them back on now.'

Laura pushed the shoes away: 'I won't put them back on!' she shouted. You can't make me!'

Mum stared at her. 'What on earth is the matter? I thought you'd be pleased to get them back.'

'I don't want them. I don't want smelly shoes that make flies buzz all around me! Why did you do

it, Mum? Why did you buy me shoes made of Jellyfish?'

And Laura rushed out of the door. Mum shook her head, puzzled. 'Shoes made of jellyfish?' she sa

id. 'What's she talking about? Do you know, Scott?'

'Don't ask me,' said Scott. But he looked a bit guilty.

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Laura rushed down to the beach without her jellyfish shoes. Scott came running after her. He had

the shoes in his hand.

'Mum says you've got to put them on.'

'No! I'm never wearing those horrible shoes again! Not ever!'

'Look,' began Scott. 'There's something I've got to tell you. What I said yesterday, about the Jelly S

hoe Factory-'

But he didn't get time to finish.

'What's that?' said Laura. 'What's that in the sea?'

The sea was full of tiny, frilly parachutes. They were pink and brown and purple.

'They're beautiful!' cried Laura.

’

What are they?

’

'They're baby jellyfish,' said Scott. 'Hundreds of them.' 'Jellyfish!' Laura jumped back.

'And if we don't save them,' said Scott, 'the sea will wash them up. They'll get splatted on the san

d. They'll all die.'

'I hate jellyfish!' said Laura. 'They pong. They sting you. They get made into jellyfish shoes.'

'Well, I'm going to save them,' said Scott. And he raced back to the house.

Laura couldn't help watching the jellyfish. They sparkled like jewels. But they were getting closer

and closer to the beach. Soon they would be dried-up puddles on the sand.

And she couldn't help thinking, 'Poor babies.'

Just then, Scott came racing back with two buckets. And suddenly Laura changed her mind.

'I'll help you to save them,' said Laura. She grabbed a bucket. 'We'll tip them into that rock pool,

’

said Scott. 'But we've got to hurry!'

'Don't touch them,' he warned. 'Even the babies sting:

They scooped up the babies in buckets. Then they ran to the rock pool and tipped them in.