Next, the clerk brought out the . These were rugged, stitched with heavy thread, and lined with fluff so thick it looked like he’d stepped into two very small, very warm sheep.
"These," Arthur whispered, wiggling his toes. "These are the SUVs of footwear."
The clerk nodded solemnly and produced a pair of . They were black velvet with a quilted silk lining. Arthur slipped them on. They were sleek, elegant, and made him feel like he should be holding a martini. But when he stepped onto the shop’s tile floor, he nearly did a cartoonish split.