Hey you! You'd better get in here. The streets are blocked for a reason, you know. That's why you came, isn't it? You wanted to see the Cobblers' little show. They don't want non-members looking. That's what they pretend, anyway, but we all know how it really is.
Back when our grandfathers were barely fathers, the Cobblers had a hard time because Flatfen got itself a reputation for superior shoemanship. Fashion followers took up the narrative that our Cranburst footwear only looked good under our superb Cranburst clothes, and that you were better off getting your shoes elsewhere.
Leave the blinds alone. It doesn't do to be seen watching, even if you want to see. Just peek through. Anyway, the Cobblers decided to prove their shoes were worth wearing on their own by running up and down the streets as naked as they day they were born. The whole thing was a big stunt. It didn't help at all with the fashion followers, but the camaraderie they got out of it was really something, so it's turned into a tradition.
See something you like out there? Back then the Cobblers were all humans of course, and there's nothing special about a human in the buff. That's not a dare, if you thought it was. You came to see the newer members, right? Looking at a minotaur maybe, flapping all the way? Frogarchs hopping along? What a gargoyle needs with shoes I'll never know, but the Cobblers always say they're suited for the work.
Nowadays you could name the days by what guild is trying something or other, but this is the only one anybody falls for. I don't know that they sell too many shoes out of it, though. See these? Flatfen work. Tomorrow us Potters will waste everybody's time. Don't bother watching, but take a look at our pots and vases if you've got a want. Hope you have a nice stay in Cranburst, stranger.
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