“Aren’t you afraid they’ll get lost?” someone asked Aunt Nillia.
She shook her head knowingly. “No, this is a Planned Park. No one can get badly lost in a Planned Park.”
Meanwhile, Bred and Tyla were still involved in their chase. It ended abruptly when Bred’s foot caught on a clump of dirt and he went flying forward. Tyla, unable to stop in time, tripped over her brother and the two of them went rolling down the grassy hill in a tangle of limbs. A little bush at the bottom stopped their roll, out of view of the rest of the world. Bred landed on top of his sister.
“Will you give me my cake now?” she demanded.
Bred pointed to the spot where the piece had fallen in the grass. “If you want to eat a piece of dirty cake, be my guest.”
Tyla’s rage flared to uncontrollable intensity. She cle
