Off the Cliff

My down the street neighbours put out a bunch of children's toys outgrown by their single and cherished child, with whom I have a speaking acquaintance from the time *she* put out some of her own toys. One was a Thomas the Tank Engine riding toy. (I suspect some basement cleaning here-- riding toys look to be six or eight years in her past.) I was so tempted to take it, if only to see the internecine warfare its arrival would have sparked in the toddler section. But it was gone by the time I got back from buying light bulbs, and probably a good thing.
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