| 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. |