Goddess Grazi - Goddess Grazi and the neighbor coming home, with the little ones inside the shoes! - Goddess Grazi - Maybe it was too much for this little man!

– goddess grazi and the neighbor getting ready to go to the mall and coming back exhausted. their bags were hanging from their arms, their heels were worn out and, most of all, their feet… completely sore.   “i’ll never go through a window shopping marathon in heels again,” goddess grazi grumbled, throwing herself into the armchair, and the neighbor did the same.   “aaaaah! there’s something in here!”   goddess grazi took off one of her shoes with a sigh. her eyes widened. from inside the dark shoe, a small one appeared, coughing, dizzy, as if they had just come out of a sauna scented with… expired cheese.   the two looked at each other, surprised,   “how did you end up here, huh?” goddess grazi asked, amused.   and then, in a fun and slightly provocative game, they placed their feet next to the little ones, who could only accept the situation with wrinkled noses and expressions of comical defeat.   “who told you to hide in the wrong place?” the neighbor teased.   amid surprise, sore fingers and suspicious smells, that night became a story to tell — at least for those who survived the “aroma”.