Sir Horace Philby squinted at the newspaper spread open before him. A headline proclaiming, “Horse and Trailer Overturn on Busy Freeway” was the subject of his scrutiny. He looked up at his granddaughter Anne with a question mark shaped frown,
“For goodness sake, why do they allow animals on the freeway in the first place? No wonder there are so many road accidents in South Africa.”
Anne explained, as patiently as she could, that it was not actually a horse that had overturned. It was a truck, often called a mechanical horse locally. Sir Horace looked at his youngest grandchild with a puzzled look that revealed his still shaky understanding. Anne responded with a half-smile, mentally shaking her head and telling herself that the old boy was really losing it.
“For goodness sake, why do they allow animals on the freeway in the first place? No wonder there are so many road accidents in South Africa.”
Anne explained, as patiently as she could, that it was not actually a horse that had overturned. It was a truck, often called a mechanical horse locally. Sir Horace looked at his youngest grandchild with a puzzled look that revealed his still shaky understanding. Anne responded with a half-smile, mentally shaking her head and telling herself that the old boy was really losing it.
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