Walking in the park

An English dialogue between two old friends.


Fred and Stan are two old friends. They are walking in the park giving themselves to nostalgic reminiscence.

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FRED: Come along, get a move on!
STAN: Hang on a minute. Remember, I’m not as young as you. My legs won’t stand up to much more punishment. Do you know, I’ve just been thinking about the first time I came to this park. I was about I 7 and I was due to meet a pretty young girl called Cynthia at the entrance. She stood me up!
FRED: How long did you wait?
STAN: Oh, ages. She never turned up, but I was prepared to put it down to a one-off incident – maybe I got the time wrong. Anyway, I was willing to give her another chance, so we made a further arrangement. I packed up from work at about 5pm and realised that I was looking rather scruffy, so I went home and changed. This time, I arranged to meet her in town because she said she fancied going for a coffee. What I didn’t expect was for her to bring her Alsatian dog with her. I must admit, I was rather stuck for words. She said “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought my dog, Jason, along with me.” Wherever I go, he goes.” I made no comment but couldn’t help noticing that the dog was showing me his lethaI teeth. Before I had a chance to say hello, he went for me and then started barking relentlessly. Meanwhile, my date just stood by and laughed. I threatened to sue her for owning a dangerous dog and she rather bluntly said ‘Nothing you say would ever stand up in court. You’re a fool – it stands out a mile’ It’s a good job I’m thick-skinned!
FRED: And that, I presume, was the end of a beautiful relationship.
STAN: Of course, but I could never quite wipe her out from my memory whenever I came to this park.
FRED: I remember conning my dad into taking me here. I told him that there were beautiful flowers and trees in the park but what I really wanted was for him to help me fly my kite. You see, I thought he could fill me in as to what it entailed. The kite took off like a rocket but then it began to drift across the sky like a lonely bird. Then suddenly, on the spur of the moment, the kite decided to fly towards the trees, where, of course, it got stuck. My dad looked at me and then the trees, and at me again. I didn’t cotton on. Then it dawned on me that he was expecting me to climb the tree to release the kite. My dad said he would stand by in case I fell. I didn’t know whether or not he was joking. I had learned from my mother to take everything my dad said with a pinch of salt, but this time he was serious. He warned me to steer clear of the little branches that would break if I trod on them. I was, to say the least, somewhat daunted by the task I was being forced to take on. I had dropped out of physical training classes some time ago and climbing wasn’t one of the activities I usually went in for. Nevertheless, I had a go. I went for what I reckoned was the easiest route and got to the branch which was holding the kite. I carefully slid myself forward until I reached a position where I thought I could get at it I was wrong! I completely missed the kite, slipped and pulled the branch down. This, fortunately, released the kite. My father stood by his word and was ready to catch me but he wasn’t prepared to receive the kite, which came crashing down on his head. I cracked up laughing and nearly fell off the tree. The kite was damaged beyond repair and my father realised that coming to the park with his young son had been a real eye-opener for him.