At least the weatherwas warm; she wouldn't get too cold if she was here for a while. What shouldshe do next? She realised that the park would reopen t... the public tomorrowor the day after at the latest, help would certainly come then. All she hadto do was keep away from the big cats, perhaps by climbing a tree? If she knewwhere the nearest gate was she could make a dash to it, they would have tolet her out. But she also needed to know the safest way to it, and she hadlittle idea of the parks. There was nothing in the fridge I felt like eating for dinner, and going out for Chinese seemed too Christmas cliché, so I decided to hit the grocery store and make myself something nice. It was a couple of hours before closing time and there were quite a few people grabbing items from the gift card rack or poking around the holiday aisle for last-minute gifts. I grabbed some duck breasts, Brussels sprouts, baby red potatoes, and a nice locally brewed ale. I rolled my cart to the shortest line. Ten seconds. A minute.Ganda is still angry as she spits out a question. Muriel screams back: Hindi! (No!)Ganda spits out another question. Muriel screams back: Hindi! (No!)Ganda is still angry as she spits out: Ganun? (Really?)Muriel screams back: Opo! Talaga! (Yes Ma'am Really!)Dead quiet.And the knife drops.And then Ganda drops, sobbing.From deep in Ganda's belly she growled something I just could not understand and in a split instant the two girls vanished from the room.She crawls. Crawls,. By the time I unloaded my bike and prepared myself to ride he probably had a twenty minute jump on me heading out the trail. It was really a good day for a ride and with it being a weekday I knew it wouldn't be crowded.I had rode several miles and after crossing the Pinkerton Bridge trestle I came to a favorite spot where Tom and I like to lock our bikes to a tree and walk down a path to the Casselman River. There is a place by the river where we like to sit on a huge rock and enjoy the sites.