Monday, 7 April 2014

When it was nap time

'We should have left sooner,' mooed Horace.

'Possibly,' replied Cyril.

'And I shouldn't have had that last lemon drizzle cake,'

'No you shouldn't,' agreed Cyril. 'I should have.'

Do you think they're very far ahead of us?'

'Does it matter?'

'I worry about them, well, Norma mostly.'

'They'll be fine,' replied Cyril. 'They've got Norman with them. There's no need to rush. Actually, I could do with  a nap.'

But we've only just got going!'

'In my experience, it's best to have a nap as soon into a journey as you can, or better still, forget the journey and stay at home, put your hooves up and eat something substantial.'

'They might be just over that next rise?' suggested Horace.

Well, why don't you run ahead and have a look and I'll make a thorough investigation of the grass under this tree.'

'I'm not sure I want to go on my own?'

'Think of it as a confidence building exercise,' replied Cyril. 'I'll show confidence in you by falling asleep and not fretting about what happens to you.'

So, although he wasn't completely reassured by Cyril's encouraging words, Horace went on alone, while Cyril settled down for a minimum of 40 winks.

But he'd only had time for 24 of them when Horace returned.

'I can see them!' he said.

'Wonderful,' sighed Cyril.

'They are on the other side of the hill,' continued Horace. 'They're in one of those things. What do you call them now? Vineyards!

And Horace was knocked over by Cyril stampeding past him.

1 comment:

Armenoi said...

Ctril could do with the occasional stampede. He is becoming somewhat chunky.