Too Slow

By Jeanne N. Burgon

Can two walk together, except they be agreed? (Amos 3:3).

When Nickie and James go for a walk, I always want to go too. But they say, “You can’t keep up. You walk too slow.”

So I get sniffly, and Mom says, “Take him along.”

But by the time I get to the mailbox, they’re already climbing the tree. When I get to the tree, they’re throwing rocks in the creek. And when I get to the creek, they’re halfway up the hill. I guess they’re right—I walk too slow.

When Mom asks who wants to take our dog, Boris, for a walk, I say, “Me! Me!” She looks worried, but hands me the leash. Then Boris drags me down the stairs, and I slip on the grass, and I stub my toes on the rocks. I guess I walk too slow.

When Daddy says, “Who wants to walk to the post office with me?” I grab his hand. But Daddy’s legs are long, and I have to take three steps every time he takes one. Daddy goes for a walk, but I go for a run. I guess I walk too slow.

But when I walk with Grandpa, he takes small steps like mine. We have time to look for rocks, watch bugs, and touch the bark and moss on trees. And when I walk with Grandpa, we talk about things. I like to walk with Grandpa. He walks too slow—just like me!

Illustrated by Julie F. Young