Is that your shoe there?

She had a weird habit, she weaved a story about anything she painted. For instance, there was this shoe, a high heeled black, patent leather shoe, left behind on a dirty staircase. She grew really excited as she neared the painting's completion, for it was time to stare at it from her rocking chair and weave a beautiful story about it, one which noone would ever think of on looking at it. She gave it the final touches, left it to dry and took her seat on the rocking char facing the easel. Hmm... so it looks like Cinderella's shoe left behind, naaawh, Cinderella couldn't have worn black leather to her fancy ball. So it had to be a.... a countess? A countess with very severe looks, very austere. But what now was she doing by the staircase, this dirty staircase. Oh no, the Countess would never have stepped here. It could be her maid, one of her attendants who had a habit of robbing the countess of little things which the countess disregarded and the maid felt they deserved better! Funny eh? So that was it, the Countess's maid robbed her pair of black leather shoes because the Countess kicked them out of her feet after the horrid shoe bite she sufferred when she wore them and the maid felt sure that the shoes deserved only to be taken out gently. So she tucked them into her skirt that evening on her way out and took them home. But her little playful son, thought of them as funny shaped toys and thus playing with one, threw it out of the window and there it now lay on the dirty staircase below the window.
Aaah... she gave out a satisfied gasp and fell asleep.