Unfortunately the foot misses SuperFly, who has sniffed a huge slithering turd in an adjacent story and flitted off.
When he gets to the School of Poop he is forced to sit down in a class with illiterate authors to get remedial spelling lessons, There they learn that "lose" is not spelled "loose", and "your" and "you're" are different, as are "their" and "they're".
Oh but the illiterates protest: we were writing metafiction about the transformation of text into homonyms.
James the Maker had enough with this donkey-like braying, and made them all turn slowly into dogs so they could lick their little pricks and eat their own homework.