Going for a walk

From Mister God, this is Anna by Fynn (pseud.)

"Going out with Anna fell naturally into three categories. There was "oozing" along, like we were doing this night. The demands of oozing were simply met. Two smallish tins containing colored chalks, string, bits of colored wool, 'lastic bands, a small bottle or two, paper, pencil, pins, and few other knick-knacks, odds and eds, and suchlike.

Category two was going for a walk. This was a bit more complicated. Over and above the two tins just for oozing, going for a walk demanded such things as collapsible fishing net, jam jars, boxes of various sizes, tins, bags, etc. etc. Ideally we should have had a five-ton truck following us, carrying everything necessary for going for a walk. If Mother Nature had been a little kinder to all the bugs, beetles, caterpillars, frog spawn, and what-have-you that Anna brought back from going for a walk, I reckon that London would have ground to a halt. We'd have been up to our eyes in frogs and bugs.

The last category was going for a walk with a fixed purpose in mind. This was a daunting experience, such as would give you nightmares for the rest of your life. To satisfy every contingency in going for a walk with a fixed purpose in mind would take about three-- better make it half a dozen-- vans. Little items, like maybe an oil rig or two, air compressors, a hundred-foot ladder, a diving bell, a crane or two; little things like that. It's far too painful to talk about. After the three times we went for a walk with a fixed purpose in mind I couldn't stand upright for a week."

The "Anna" in question is between 4 and 8 years old, but my readers may well sense a certain kinship with the writer of this blog.