Haste and time

He looked very lost.
– Who are you? – I asked.
– I am Haste – he answered hopping from one foot to another.
– How can I help you?
– Haven’t you seen Time? It looks like I’d lost it on the way.
– Do you miss him?
– I‘ve got noone to race with.
– I could run with you to the next tree. Would you like that?