Shoes

When you travel, travel light.

In Jackson, Mississippi, Greg looked at the moon and made a puckering noise.
Rain fell.
The moon asked Greg why his feet were made of chocolate. Chocolate, the muck of mirth owed and manufactured. ("Owed to whom?") Chocolate, the holiday ichor.
On the ground were the answers:

Three earthworms, halved
A pile of sand worth a square foot of aluminum foil
A congressman from Louisiana supporting an FDA bill to categorize obesity as an epidemic

While Greg was sleeping the third earthworm regenerated and tunneled between his toes. Soon his feet looked like volcanic rock.
Rain fell.
Somewhere, a sneeze.