Zoë had had a long day. It was the week before Christmas and she'd been dragged into every shop on Maple St, by her Mum.
The moon was almost out and the store lights shone brightly into Zoë's tired eyes as they started closing down for the evening.
Holding on to her Mum's hand they crossed over the road towards their car which was almost buried in snow. 'Quickly Zoë before it gets
much heavier!' Rubbing her mitten covered hands Zoë looked up at the tiny white flakes and noticed out of the corner of her eye a store
at the end of the street whose lights were still on. An old rickety sign swayed in the night breeze reading 'Jaspers Jewels'. Curious,
Zoë asked if they could quickly check it out and as she'd been so well behaved her Mum agreed.
The big wooden door creaked as they opened it and instantly the shop's warmth washed over their faces. Each shelf was filled with
all sorts of weird and wonderful things, some of which Zoë had never seen before.
'Hello girls' said a man behind the desk with very kind eyes. They twinkled as he spoke and his white beard looked soft like wool.
As Zoe's mum spoke to the man, she wandered about taking in all the wondrous sights. She eventually reached the back of the store and
stopped in amazement. Sitting on a tall gold stand was a glass box. Inside the box lay a purple pillow and on top of the purple pillow
rested what seemed to be two identical strings.
'What do you have there Zoe?' asked her mum, 'I'm not too sure, but I think it's just string. How can that be though if they're
sparkling like stars?' A hand reached over the Zoë's head, resting on the handle that sat on top of the glass box. It was the shop owner.
Carefully he slowly raised the lid to reveal the two twinkles upon the velvet pillow.
'These, are not simply pieces of string young lady, but shoelaces!' Zoë was very confused as she didn't know anyone who kept their
shoelaces in boxes!
'They're magical shoelaces,' the old man said, reading her thoughts as he held them in his hand. Zoë eagerly looked
up at her mum and she got the nod of OK she was hoping for.
Sitting down on a nearby stool Zoë and her mum laced up her pink trainers and noticed that in tiny writing each one had an instruction
scribbled along the top.
'PULL ME' said the lace on her left foot. So with the help of all the butterflies in her stomach, Zoë bent down to the floor and gave
the lace an almighty tug.
With an enormous flash Zoë was...
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