Shrek in McCarthys style

The pumpkin cart left the dusty, damp, dark swamp with regret filling it. The man sat there knowing of the long drive ahead of them.

Are we there yet?
No.
Okay.
Okay.

Are we there yet?
No.
Okay.
Okay.

Are we there yet?
Yes.
Okay.
Okay.

The man girl and donkey peered towards the overly bleak buildings in search of the castle that held all their dreams, far far away.
Around the cart many citizens stood almost like zombies staring at the cart slowly making its way through their teritory. Out of place.
The man sat there watching the donkey look out at all the difference in scenery wondering why he had never been here before. All the man could say was. I'm sorry.
Not sure on what he was sorry for. Maybe the dissapointing ride he'd given him to far far away. Maybe for the life he had given him.
The road to the castle was slowly becoming more and more deserted the longer the distance.
When getting to the castle the boys face dimmed.
I'm sorry.
Its okay.
Okay.