The Long Walk

by Richard Bachman

A mule doesn’t like to plow. But he likes carrots. So you hang a carrot in front of his eyes. A mule without a carrot gets exhausted. A mule with a carrot spends a long time being tired.

“I’m the rabbit,” Stebbins said.

“He made me his rabbit. A little gray rabbit to make the rest of the dogs run faster… and further. And I guess it worked. We’re going to make it into Massachusetts.” “And now?” Garraty asked. Stebbins shrugged. “The rabbit turns out to be flesh and blood after all. I walk. I talk. And I suppose if all this doesn’t end soon, I’ll be crawling on my belly like a reptile.”

And when the hand touched his shoulder again, he somehow found the strength to run.