Four lines of prose about: the boot.
It was really great having help with the harvest today - it went so much quicker. I'd love to have two extra helpers every week.
He undid the bow around the box with his long, slender fingers, his breathing forced into a regular rhythm. The lid fell to the floor, revealing a single black steel-toed boot. With a tight smile he removed it from its home and placed it on his right foot.
Standing, he moved awkwardly towards his desk - it was time to give his aging computer the boot.