But one day, somebody came into his shoe store, where he sold the shoes that he made. And this person, who was highly respected, told the Happyman that he bought magical shoes from a shoemaker in the big city. And this got the Happyman thinking. He thought maybe his shoes weren't as good as he thought. He also contemplated that maybe the peasants living in the countryside wouldn't know good shoes if they hit them in the head. He certainly knew they knew nothing about magical shoes.

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