“Oh sorry, we didn’t know anyone would be back here.” She said and then called back to the other rider, “Carlos, go left.”
Following several paces behind the horse was the pony and her rider, a boy maybe six years old, but I’m not really sure because of what he was wearing or perhaps I should say because of what he wasn’t wearing. He didn’t have on a shirt or pants, but he wasn’t nude either. He was wearing a disposable diaper, lime green socks and light brown ankle high lace up boots.
When the girl had called back for him to steer clear of us he said back to her in a whiney voice, “I see ’em! I’m not blind!” He sounded older then he looked.
They both stopped between the pond and us to talk for a few minutes.