At first, Odin did not like shoes. He looked at them with a mild confusion, though everything was very new and mildly confusing at the time. Then he learned that I wear shoes and he tried to put them on his hands, because to him hands and feet are about the same thing anyway. He ran around the house with shoe-hands and began bringing me my shoes if it was time to leave. Now he brings me his shoes when he wants to leave, watches me put them on with happiness and promptly unties them once they’re on his feet proper. But now he likes shoes, he understands them. Things work the same way for me, I don’t like something unless I can understand it.