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As the green grass and trees come into view, the thirst-quenched girl sees how
inviting a water fountain can be; when she enters Juana Briones Park. Tunnels of
cement stand empty, but not quite. Inside are the smallest of pebbles, stone and
rock. Sand. A wooden bridge spans a valley, where once a small river passed.
Frisbees and balls of every kind fill the spacious blue sky. And a slanted tree
stands in the middle of the field, swayed by the soft gust of autumn wind.
On the oh-so-green grass, giggles of delight come from a small group of
toddlers. Laughing in unison, they jump when they feel the sprinklers turn on. As
shoes come slipping off of tiny sock-bared feet, big splotches of cold, mother
nature's candy cover faces of big smiles. Suddenly they hear the familiar
buzzing of bees and their mothers tell them to put on their shoes.
Heads go up as a pair of snobby teenagers bike across a dirty, brick-colored
road drenched in water from start to finish. Spraying a few shoes red, the pair
fly past, and a couple of girls whimper -- in seconds, there is not only water
on the ground but streams of tears as well. The teenagers ride away, laughing as
the moms race around with tissues filled with salty tears. Thankfully, a dragonfly flies
between them and the girls soon recover as they laugh in unison, leaping
about trying to reach the shimmering creature.
As if from nowhere, a hill appears at the horizon and the curious 5-year olds
skip and run to it, followed by a herd of clumsy, high-heeled, stampeding and
panting mothers. In an instant, four foot tornadoes of mass destruction are paving
away dewy grasses. Covered in cloves, they stop swirling and just lie there,
recovering
from dizziness.
As time passes by, the kids start whining when they see there
parents beginning to pack up to leave.
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