| Son | Are we there yet? |
| Dad | No son, it’s just around the corner. |
| Son | Oh! Okay dad. |
| Time passes. | |
| Son | Are we there yet? |
| Dad | No son. As I told you, it’s just around the corner. Now stop asking. |
| Son | But I’m tired, we’ve been walking for ages. |
| Dad | You’ve only been walking for an hour. Now come on, get a move on. |
| Son | But my feet hurt. |
| Dad | Stop complaining, anyone would think you had been walking for miles. |
| Son | It feels like miles. |
| Time passes. | |
| Son | Are we there yet? |
| Dad | NO! Now stop asking. Stop whinging and get a move on. That snail will be taking you over soon. |
| Son | But he hasn’t been walking as long as us. His legs don’t hurt. |
| Dad | Stop whinging. Look it’s only around the corner. |
| Son | You said that this morning. |
| Dad | Yes. And I was right this morning. |
| Son | Can’t we have a rest? |
| Dad | Come on, we are nearly there. |
| Son | Dad? |
| Dad | Yes son? |
| Son | I wish we weren’t tortoises. |
| Dad | Why is that son? |
| Son | We would have been around this corner hours ago. |
The Long Walk
This site contains various stories, skits and other random stuff that has passed through my mind at some point or other. Some posts may be inspired by others or parodied from but never plain copied.
This is my original work unless stated otherwise.
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