The biggest adventure was something else. “Guess what, Pinkie. Today I went for a piggyback ride.”
“You rode a horse?” “No, silly. When the cars drive past the school really slowly, you grab the tyre on the back and go for a piggyback.
When they’re going to turn onto another street, they slow down to see if there are any cars coming, and you jump off.
But carefully. ’Cause if you jump off when it’s going fast, your bum’ll go splat on the ground and your arms’ll get all smashed up.”
I’d chatter away to him about everything that happened in class and in the playground.
You had to see how he puffed up with pride when I told him that Dona Cecília Paim said I was the one who read the best.
The best ‘readerer’. I wasn’t exactly sure about that
and decided that at the first opportunity I would ask Uncle Edmundo if I really was a ‘readerer’.
“But about the piggyback, Pinkie. Just to give you an idea of what it’s like, it’s almost as good as riding on one of your branches.”
“But with me you’re not in any danger.” “Is that so?
What about when you gallop wildly over the western plains when we go bison and buffalo hunting? Have you forgotten?”
He had to agree because he didn’t know how to argue with me and win.
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