Ross just didn’t enjoy Market day like he used too.
“Dad, why is that man so black?”
“Because he comes from place where it’s very hot Mark”
“Dad, why is that boy’s head so big?”
“His Mum had a disease when he was in her belly”
“Dad, why does that man wave that stick about?”
“Because his eyes don’t work anymore Mark”
Ross used to love coming to the Market but now he worried more about keeping a firm hold of his little boy’s hand in the crowd.
It was even more difficult shielding the fish tail like webbing between his son’s fingers.