Today, whilst out walking,
I bumped into a sloth;
we were both quite shocked,
our worlds were literally rocked;
well, not ‘literally’ obviously;
but, truth be told,
It was brave
and I was bold
as we both ambled away
from each other
quite
slow
ly.
Slow Theo was a sloth; but, not just any sloth, he was the slowest sloth that there had ever been. It took him a day or two to just open an eye when another sloth said ‘Hello, Slow Theo!’ by which time the other sloth had almost reached the other end of the branch that they had both been on.
Slow Theo hadn’t always been called Slow Theo, once he was just called Theo and nobody thought him any different from all the other sloths in their forest. But, even before his first birthday, Theo had gained a reputation as being a little bit tardy when it came to exercise or travel – it’s doubtful whether he will ever as the four corners of the wood, never mind the four corners of the ‘round’ world.
