Drabble: Travellers
In life, it's not where you go, but who you travel with. - Charles M. Schulz
“Can’t believe Cowley approved a day of leaf,” Bodie's horse kicked up the colorful ground cover dancing at it's feet.
Doyle rolled his eyes. “So you’re going to torture me with how a-corny you can be?”
Bodie gave him a hurt look. The cool breeze brought down a shower of reds and golds. “Look! The leaves are falling for me - can’t decide if I’m gourd-geous or just beauti-fall.”
“You’re unbe-leaf-able, is what you are.”
“I yam what I yam, Raymond; admit you pine for me.”
“No wood jokes. It’s a tree-mendous day. Let’s take a quiet ride and enjoy it.”
“Can’t believe Cowley approved a day of leaf,” Bodie's horse kicked up the colorful ground cover dancing at it's feet.
Doyle rolled his eyes. “So you’re going to torture me with how a-corny you can be?”
Bodie gave him a hurt look. The cool breeze brought down a shower of reds and golds. “Look! The leaves are falling for me - can’t decide if I’m gourd-geous or just beauti-fall.”
“You’re unbe-leaf-able, is what you are.”
“I yam what I yam, Raymond; admit you pine for me.”
“No wood jokes. It’s a tree-mendous day. Let’s take a quiet ride and enjoy it.”