Giant Friendly Shoe
by Jacob Sager Weinstein
My father opened the book to the page my mother had marked, and began reading. “Joseph turned to Aslan, and - ”
“Who’s Joseph?”
“You are,” my dad said.
“No, who’s Joseph in the book?” My mother had been reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe to me for more than a week now, and I knew there was no Joseph in it.
“Well, you just suddenly appeared in the story. Hasn’t that ever happened to you before?”
I rolled my eyes. “All right, go on,” I said.
“Joseph said to Aslan, ‘Where’s Rich?’” Rich was my best friend.
“Stop,” I ordered him. “Read me what’s really there.”