“Pleeeease Granny, it’s only five Rand.” How can I resist such a pleading four year old face.
“OK then. Here you are.”
I go to the ladies bathroom while she’s on the horse.
I return. No horse. No granddaughter.
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That is very sad. A horrible thing to happen to anyone.
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That’s definitely a nightmare for anyone to experience! I hope her granddaughter is safe, wherever she may be, though I’m not too optimistic…
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