"Are we there yet, Mist--Sergent Arnold T. Snap sir?"
"No. Just like we weren't there ten minutes ago."
"Where are we going?"
"To see the minister."
"For the last time, to the Pocket Change Court on the other side of Glue River. Cupboards above, lad!"
I giggled and Arnold picked up the pace with a great big "Hurumph!".
The forest was long behind us now and we'd been walking down the dirt path for ages. There were no houses or people or anything and it was completely boring.
"I thought we were going to see the captain."
"No, we are going to see the Minister."
"But you said we were going to see the captain!"
"No I didn't." Arnold snapped. Literally.
"I did not! And if I did, I meant to say the Minister so it' neither here nor there." He sniffed. "Oh look what you've done. Yo've gone and made me all upset now."
Arnold sat down on a rock by the roadside and pulled out a voluminous hankey and blew into really loudly, so loudly I had to cover my ears.
"I'm sorry Mister Arnold T. Snap. I didn't mean nothing!"
"Sergant Snap. Not that it even matters."
"We can't go and see the Captain. He fired me! The blustering old blowhard!"
"So you aren't a police officer any more?"
"No, and thanks for rubbing it in!" Arnold snapped again before blowing his nose into the hankey once more.
"Sorry." I said, looking down at my feet. "So why are we going to see the Minister?"
"He might be able to make the Captain give me my old job back. If I show up with you and explained I caught you trespassing, he might even promote me to Captain myself! Imagine that, Captain Arnold T. Snap!"
"I'll help you." I said. I couldn't bare to see poor Arnold sobbing any longer.
"Really, you'd do that for me?"
"Sure. I'll help you get your job back Mister Arnold T. Snap."