Chapter 9:Jogging
Yawning Jack walked out of his farm. The spring season was coming to a close and he had less and less crops to take care of as the days increased in number. Lifting his hat off his head Jack suddenly collided with someone.
Holding his head, Jack focused his eyes on two people; Wally the distance marathon runner and his son Hugh. "Top'of th'morn'." "Hiya Jack!"
"Hi fellas. Out jogging?" Whipping the sweat from his brow, the farmer placed the hat back on his head.
"Yeah, me and Hugh got a big race ahead of us next week." Wally ruffled the young boy's head as the kid smiled at Jack.
"I'm gonna win! Dad and I are practicing extra extra hard!"
"The best of luck to both of you." The two villagers sped off on that note leaving Jack with an empty rucksack and a day's worth of foraging to do. For Jack there was never just one big race, it happened everyday and for him the finish line was a long ways off.
