It was heading straight for a girl curled up in one of the oversized armchairs in the corner. She hadn’t looked up from her book once, despite the chaos around her. “Watch out,” I called, already envisioning the lawsuit. “There’s a—” The girl turned the page of her book, then held that same hand, palm out, right into the path of mass donkstruction. The donkey skidded to a stop.
