Laura's grip slips on the height of one arc and she flies off. She falls into a puddle and is soaked in water and mud. Shaken up, Laura bursts into tears. The man that had previously given her a push comes rushing over.
"Whoah. Are you ok buddy?"
"Uh *sniff* huh. Jus' a liddle startled. That's *hiccup* all," Laura's voice wobbles as she speaks.
"That's good to hear. You must be a tough kid."
Laura knows the words should sound patronizing, but they do succeed in comforting her. She manages to stop crying and wipe her eyes dry.
"Yeah, I don't break easy see," she gives her best smile.
The man laughs, "I do. Are your parents around so they help you clean up?"
"No, I live closeby. They let me come over by myself."
The man looks a bit skeptical but he doesn't press further, "Ok well how about I help you dry off? It's too cold out to be soaking wet."
Laura wants to say no but figures that'd be too suspicious, "Ok."
The man calls his son over from the swing. The boy is a little younger than Laura and he looks her up and down.
"You flew pretty good."
Laura can't help but laugh, "Thanks. It wasn't on purpose though."
The man then leads Laura over to the restrooms. He hands Laura a pack of wet wipes and sends her into one of the stalls to clean herself up. After she gets to work the man slides some clothes under the door.
"Before you say anything I know you're too old for those. But they're about your size and are going to be better than your wet clothes."
Laura doesn't give much thought to her words as she finishes cleaning the mud off her body. Once that's acceptably done she picks up the clothes and finds a pair of disposable training pants on top. She isn't happy but, looking at her sopping clothes, the man is right. So she slides them up her waste. She then pulls on the Paw Patrol shirt and the checkered overalls that she was provided with. She's confused at first by the number of buttons on the overalls before realizing their for easy access for checking and changing toddler's underwear.
The clothes fit her perfectly, if not a little loosely. She's not sure if it's because she's small for her age or if the boy is a bit big for his. Stepping out the man asks for the wipes and proceeds to finish cleaning up her face.
"There you should be all set to go now. Just keep the clothes or throw them away when you're done with them. Consider them a gift for pushing you too high."
Laura thanks the man for his help and leaves the bathroom.