C’mon, Funky, you’re barely moving in today’s strip! Faster, faster!
This weeklong walk certainly feels like a marathon. The problem is, being friends with Les means you’re guilted into going *every* single year, year after year after year. Like, it’s taken for granted Funky is going. What if Funky wanted to go to the Bahamas during the walk?
It reminds me of the “Death Piano.” in my house. It belonged to my grandmother, who passed it to my mother, who passed it to me. Has anyone ever played it for more than 5 minutes? More cats have used it as a sitting place than anyone has ever used it. But because it was grandmother’s, no one can get rid of it. Now it’s just a dust-collecting bench.
