Alice was being chased.
By the Prince of Wales no less.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she picked up her pace, to the left- no right. She swerved around the obstacle in her path. Nearly smacked by the monkey bars, she ducked down and kept her pace and held onto the red bandanna.
The children and other volunteers cheered from the side lines, keep them up. Cheers were just one way to motivate a sweaty woman from collapsing and giving up. Eyes on the prize though, she leapt over the teeter-totters. One bigger kid was on one side and three smaller kids at the other.
Her target was the top of the slide, wrap the cloth on its pole and she won this- she tripped in the sandbox. Falling flat-faced onto the sand, “Kitty biscuits!” she exclaimed, a few words away from a curse word. A young to
