It’s a Wrap!

04-06-2006 09-29-39_0026a

“What are you doing, Hobie?”

“Quiet, Dad; please.”

“Hang on, fellah. You don’t tell me to be quiet. Now come on. What are you doing?”

“Ignoring you. mostly.”

“You have no right to ignore me, matey.”

“And yet you have the right, knowing I’ve been going blind for years and now have no sight left, to drag me from the home where I know the exact location of everything and could manoeuvre around the house without bumping into anything, and dragging me to this new house. I have no idea where anything is and I keep bumping into stuff. I don’t even know where the door is when I need to go out and relieve myself. So don’t talk to me about rights!”

“Steady on, old chap. You’ll love it here. No more having to walk along busy roads—”

“With which I was familiar.”

“No more being confined to a small back garden—”

“Which I knew my way around!”

“But there’s a big field attached to this house – almost an acre. You can walk around it to your heart’s content.”

“Yeah, and have no idea how to get back again.”

“You’ll soon get used to it, Hobie. Would it help if I put up something that will make a bit of noise so you’ll be able to work out which direction to go?”

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you’ll ever stop talking and give me the chance to listen to something else.”

“That’s hardly fair.”

“Isn’t it? What are you doing now?”

“Talking to you.”

“Exactly, whilst I’m trying to listen out for something.”

“What are you trying to hear?”

“This paper. It hasn’t made a sound yet.”

“What sound do you expect it to make?”

“Duh. What sort of paper is it?”

“Hahaha. I know what you’ve done.”

“What?”

“You heard me tell Mum about it, but obviously didn’t see the label.”

“So?”

“It’s wrapping paper, Hobie… wrapping with a W.”

This was written in response to Kreative Kue 314 published on this site.

 

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