A spray of sand flew up and hit me in the face, stinging my eyes and blinding me. I reached out, arms flailing wildly, hoping against all odds to grab the shoe - my fingers whistled against air.
With a sniggering whinny of a laugh, the little man scampered away.
I cleared my watering eyes as quickly as possible, just in time to see him disappearing around a corner. "I'll have the other in no time, my pretty!" he squealed.
Scrambling up as quickly as possible, I yanked off the other shoe, stuffed it in my backpack, and took off at a mad sprint in the direction of the fiend. No way was I gonna give up that shoe.