— running, skipping, barefoot on the covered pavement of the shophouse where
they Hved; her mother not best pleased: unholy infant! No one reports
seeing her walk like a tender young willow shoot in a spriilg breeze exactly.
What was the point of pointy feet? You couldn't even play hopscotch
with them. Three-inch lotus petals my foot!
Enright, D. J, CURRICULUM CURRICULA, Kunapipi, 25(1), 2003.