Going For A Walk by Kerry Gittins

Mum wants me to go for a walk
 
‘Come on Stella. You’ll be fine,’ she says.
 
But I don’t think so. In fact, I know so.
 
Going for a walk is downright dangerous.
 
There’s the noisy bird who shrieks and swoops.
 
And the house where the big dog barks and growls.
 
​Oh no! Here comes one of those machines that brumms and roars.
 
Phew. The park. That should be okay.
 
Uh oh. Stop that. I don’t know you. Too many sniffs and snuffles.
 
Can we go home now?
 
Not that way. Please don’t go that way.
 
Look out for the sploshes and splats.
 
Ouch! Quick run away from the clicketty, clacketty crabs.
 
We need to go home NOW. Can’t you hear the whooshing and whistling?
 
Plop. Plunk. Watch out! Darn those trees.
 
Here it comes. Spit. Spot. Rumble. Grumble.
 
We need to hurry!
 
Finally.
 
Shake. Shimmy. Fluff. Floof.
 
Woof! Dad I’m home!
 
Slop. Slurp. Munch. Crunch.
 
I’m exhausted.
 
Slobber. Snuggle. This is so much better.
 
Going for a walk is downright dangerous.

But maybe, just maybe, if we go a different way and you come with me . . .

I might, just might, try it again tomorrow.

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