I was saddled up on the camelopard yesterday, loping down the street enjoying the sunshine. I rode past a large group of people spilling over two front yards. A little girl ran out of the crowd and up to a car parked in front of one of the homes. She stopped abruptly and said, rather loudly, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU??” I merely replied, “I was wondering the same thing about you. What are you doing way down there on the ground, standing on your feet?” She chased me down the block a ways. Fortunately she was not armed.
Oh, that’s so sad. She’d have to have help mounting, and then it’d be all body english. Still, I think she could do it.