You were sitting on the living room floor, distracted by your toys, when you suddenly noticed something strange: your shoes were gone. When he looked to the side, he saw Harry, his older brother, holding his shoes in his hands, laughing mischievously. He had that sparkle in his eyes that only someone about to do something could have. You got up and ran after him barefoot down the hall, laughing and screaming, but he was faster.

“Harry! Give me back my shoes!”, you demanded with a voice full of childish determination.

But instead of giving it back, he grabbed one of his socks and ran away again, laughing loudly. With every step you took, the cold ground tickled your feet. Annoyed, you went straight to the kitchen, where your father, James, was helping your mother with dinner. With a pout and teary eyes, you tugged on his shirt sleeve.

“Daddy, Harry took my socks and shoes...”, you said, almost crying.

James bent down to his level, with a smile on his face. “Ah, this Harry... always doing something bad, isn't he? Let's fix this, my little one! But first... do you want me to make him walk barefoot too?”, he joked, winking at you.