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The mother, snatching the control-box and fruitlessly trying to operate it herself, chased the child.
The buggy waited for them to catch up, then spun one-eighty degrees and dashed between both pairs of legs. Over the bridge and around the fish ponds the racing-buggy raced. Neither the child on his stumpy legs nor the mother with her silly, high heels sinking into the soft, wet grass had a chance of catching it.
The mother was sobbing with rage but the child was shrieking with laughter. It was not until the batteries started to run low that Mobo stopped the game and sent the toy back to the little boy. None of the small crowd which had gathered, noticed when a small, brown bird took off from the branch and flew towards Green Mountain.
Mobo flew straight over the playground where Saffron was having lunch with her friends, but they didn’t notice him either.
Saffron and her friends were chatting about Saturday’s dance, or rather, they wanted her to give them the low-down about Chuckie Chunder and the Cheeseburgers. What really had happened when all the lights went out? They all teased Abigail about Tran. It was a major crush! “Lurve” at first sight. Abby’s mobile was keeping busy with all the steamy text-messages they were sending.
If only they’d act their age, wished Saffron. It’s a bit pathetic; just showing-off really. She didn’t speak her thoughts out loud, though. Why spoil a good game? Perhaps Abby and Tran are just very lonely people.