Now there was a little girl in the Village of Cream Puffs who came home from a dance that night. And she was tired from dancing round dances and square dances, one steps and two steps, toe dances and toe and heel dances, dances close up and dances far apart, she was so tired she took off only one slipper, tumbled onto her bed and went to sleep with one slipper on.

She woke up in the morning when it was yet dark. And she went to the window and looked up in the sky and saw a Dancing Slipper Moon dancing far and high in the deep blue sea of the moon sky.

"Oh—what a moon—what a dancing slipper of a moon!" she cried with a little song to herself.

She opened the window, saying again, "Oh! what a moon!"—and kicked her foot with the slipper on it straight toward the moon.

The slipper flew off and flew up and went on and on and up and up in the moonshine.

It never came back, that slipper. It was never seen again. When they asked the girl about it she said, "It slipped off my foot and went up and up and the last I saw of it the slipper was going on straight to the moon."

And these are the explanations why fathers and mothers in the Rootabaga Country say to their girls growing up, "Never kick a slipper at the moon if it is the time of the Dancing Slipper Moon when the ends of the moon look like the toe and the heel of a dancer's foot.”