Starting her day early, Karen quickly gets dressed for the beach, her matching green and blue flip flops waiting by the door.  She eats some breakfast, having plenty of time before her friends show up to pick her up, and watches the news for the weather segment, smiling that it will be sunny and beautiful.  Rinsing her bowl once finishes, she moves to her bathroom, brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, and applies her makeup, ready for some fun in the sun and maybe a little flirting.  Giving herself one more look over, she nods her head, and quickly makes her way to her front door, slipping on her flip flops just as the blare of a horn can be heard right outside of her house.  She laughs, grabs her purse, beach bag, keys, and sunglasses, and throws open the door, striking a pose.  She can hear her friends laugh and clap from within the car as she closes and locks her door.  She turns and begins to strut her way down her driveway and to the car, pretending to be a model, showing off her new outfit, which her friends helped her pick out just two weeks ago.  She slips in behind the driver seat and closes the door, saying her hellos and laughing as they make fun of her model strut.

Karen sits in the back seat of her friends Saturn, yawning slightly and rubbing her flip flopped feet on the carpet.  She pushes them slightly underneath the driver seat then pulls them back out again.  She turns and begins to talk to her friend, Lisa and complimenting her on her own outfit.  Sally, the driver, turns on her favorite country station, instantly laughing when Shania Twain begins singing “Man, I Feel like a Woman.”  Instantly, Lisa, Sally, Syrah (Sally’s twin sister), and Karen begin singing the song on the top of their lungs, all windows down and the warm summer breeze flowing into the car and carrying out their singing.

Getting a few quick glances and even some strange looks while sitting at red lights, the girls laugh and continue to sing whatever country song comes on the radio.  As they approach the beach, their excitement becomes more apparent and Karen sticks her head out of the window to help find a parking spot quick, wanting to feel the smooth sand against her feet.  Spotting one, she shouts and points, Sally ready and flies into the spot, luckily with no one driving or walking around.  The girls gather up their belongings, lock their doors, and race onto the beach now in search for a good spot to sun tan.

Four hours later, the girls having their fill of swimming, flirting, and sun tanning, head back to Sally’s car, all tired and ready to go home.  On the drive home, they chatted about the cute guys they had flirted with and how funny it was when the wave had knocked Syrah over, almost taking her bathing suit with it.  Karen pushes her flip flopped feet under the driver’s seat once again, this time sliding her feet out of the flip flops and sits crossed legged on the seat.  Chatting away, no one hears the slurping coming from under the driver seat.

Reaching Karen’s house, Sally parks her car in front of the house at the curb.  Karen says her good byes, giving quick hugs to her friends and grabs up her things.  She stops when she notices that one of her flip flops are missing.  She looks under the seat, not seeing or feeling her flip flop.  Lisa begins to look under the passenger seat to see if somehow it has ended up under there but found nothing.  Frustrated, Karen said good bye, gave up on searching and took her things, including her one flip flop inside.  Her flip flop has never been seen again.

Sitting in the closet is an old box full of shoes, the only problem is that all of the shoes are only for the right foot, the left having mysteriously gone missing. No one has ever seen what has happened to the left shoes nor has anyone ever found the left shoe; until now!

Daisy sits in front of her closet, growing frustrated as she searches for her left Nike shoe, her right resting beside her leg. Crying out in frustration, she hurls her black and red sketchers back into the closet, not caring that it made a loud thumb against the back wall. Her mother appears at her door, watching this in amusement.

“Something the matter, honey?” she asks as she steps closer.

Daisy looks up at her mom, “YES! I can’t find my left Nike shoe. I know I had put them in the closet right here in the front because I wanted to wear them today for the fair and now it’s gone!”

“Well we are ready to leave so just wear other shoes and when we get home I’ll help you look for it.”

Grumbling under her breath she tosses her right Nike shoe back into the closet and grabs her blue and white champion shoes, quickly puts them on, ties the, and slams her closet door closed. She stomps out of her room and heads up stairs, her sunglasses on her head, and her fanny pack around her waist, and an “I’m not happy” look on her face.

Her dad smiles and kisses his daughter’s forehead, doing his best to make her feel better and opens the door leading out into the garage. The family gets into their silvery gray Highlander and buckles up. Daisy’s dad turns on the radio so they can listen to some good oldies and backs out of the garage, closing it behind them. He then heads out of their cul-de-sac and heads off for the fair in the next county.

After a long hot summer day at the fair, Daisy and her family return home, yawning, and looking sleepy, their prizes and other gifts clutched in their hands as they head into their two story house. Heading downstairs to take off her shoes and put away the things she had won playing the carnival games, Daisy chews the inside of her cheeks, the mystery of the missing left shoe now returning to her mind. She puts her things down on her bed, takes off her shoes and heads for the closet. Throwing it open, she stares into her closet, mouth open, eyes wide, and not a sound able to emit from her throat. There in front of her, grabbing up left shoes here and there, sits a murky almost smoky creature, with bunched up shoe laces as eyes. He blinks and looks at her as he devours her left red and white sketcher, slurping up the shoe laces as if it was spaghetti. Finally screaming, Daisy moves backwards away from her closet. Her parents race in and ask what the matter is, only getting a shaky daughter pointing at her closet.

Slowly, mother and father turn to look into the closet, grabbing onto each other, dragging daisy to them and screaming as they too see the creature eating left shoes in delight. The creature stops munching on a shoe, he looks at the shaking family before him and shakes his head as he finishes the shoe in his mouth. Slowly he melts back into the back of the crowded closet, disappearing from sight and leaving the family in the middle of Daisy’s room, unable to scream and unable to move.

This shoe monster is in fact the cousin of the laundry monster. Be careful or he will eat your left shoes next.

There is a rumor that these two monsters are related to Cookie Monster but those claims are just that rumors.