One of Harry's feet was bigger than the other. ‘I can never find boots and shoes for my feet,’ he said to his friend Dick.
‘Why don't you go to a shoemaker?’, Dick said. ‘A good one can make you the right shoes.’
‘I’ve never been to a shoemaker,’ Harry said. ‘Aren't they very expensive?’
‘No’, Dick said, ‘some of them aren't. There's a good one in our village, and he's quite cheap. Here's his address.’ He wrote something on a piece of paper and gave it to Harry.
Harry went to the shoemaker in Dick's village a few days later, and the shoemaker made him some shoes.
Harry went to the shop again a week later and looked at the shoes. Then he said to the shoemaker angrily, ‘You're a silly man! I said, “Make one shoe bigger than the other, “but you've made one smaller than the other!’
