Don't See Me Run
"That you shortman?" Phil asked, hearing the door open.
"Yeah grandpa, it's me." Arnold said softly, entering the kitchen with an ice cream cone.
Phil looked at the sweet treat in his grandson's hand and said "You get your ice cream?"
Arnold sat down with a somber look on his face and replied "Yeah, but Harold didn't have enough money for any."
"Sounds like good news to me. Kid doesn't need any!"
"He ran after the truck, screaming for it to come back."
"Reminds me of this overweight kid in my class who never got on his feet for anything! He had to have everything brought to him, be it his school supplies or his dinner. Then one day, I saw the kid running down the street right past me."
"Was he exercising?"
"Heck no! He was being chased by an angry dog!"
"What happened?"
"I started running as fast as I could to get away from it, which was a lot quicker than he was able to." Phil laughed at the memory.
"Did you eventually make it home?"
"Yes and I learned if I ever saw that kid running again, I should start running too, because it's probably bad news. Haha!"
"Uhh right grandpa."