" 'Right, let's go.' 'Right, step here.' 'Right on time.' You're always right . I'm just the leftover."

Right Foot was quiet. Then, softly: "Do you know what it's like to be me?"

He had reason. Every morning, the human looked down and said, "Right, let's go." Right Foot got the command. Right Foot got the name. Right Foot was the leader, the first into every shoe, the one who tapped along to music while Left Foot just… waited.

But something felt wrong. The human wobbled. Looked down.

"You think you're better," Left Foot muttered one night, as the human slept.