The Devil's Playground

The stranger guffawed.

“Not mine! The rhino’s! I couldn’t see properly, blinkered by this stupid, tiny opening at the front, bumping up and down with every step.... Is something wrong?”

“No,” the stranger managed before bursting into laughter.

“Just what is it that you find so amusing?”

The stranger struggled to compose himself. He did not answer. Instead, he asked, “This good cause: why did you have to raise funds for it? Isn’t that the duty of some bureaucratic body or other? Isn’t that what you pay taxes for?”

“Haven’t you heard? We’re in times of austerity! The council said they’d match whatever we raised in the community so that we’d get top-quality playground equipment.”





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