Follow the foot path?
June 30, 2011
At the end of the path stood a primitive, cardboard sign, and someone had written: 'Footpath' on it. Beneath the word 'Footpath' were two arrows, pointing in opposite directions. I decided to go to the left, because I thought I knew where the path would lead me. And in my mind I started writing my request for a patent on this new Runners Route.
Where did that ditch come from?
But after stumbling along for a few minutes, I couldn't help but think there was a whole lot of grass and not a lot of path. But I just hate 'turning back' so I ploughed on, until I couldn't plough anymore, because a ditch appeared out of nowhere.
I looked at the ditch, which clearly had aspirations to become a ravine. Then I sighed because I knew: 'I will have to 'go back'. As I ripped my request for a patent to pieces I ran back the way I had come. But then I saw this other little path, and decided to take that. Anything to avoid going back the way I came!
Then suddenly I saw this serial killer, wearing a big white hat! I nearly died with fright, but then I discovered it was a scarecrow. Still breathless from my near death experience, I left the scary path, and found out I was a very long way away from home.
'And what have you learned from this experience?' I asked myself sternly.
And I humbly answered: 'You should never trust footpaths that are written with a felt pen. And sometimes it's best to return the way you came, because otherwise you may be far, far away from home.'