"There is nothing fun about riding a carousel. It is not even half as fun as riding a real horse." Amaya complained.
Marx chuckled. "Maybe it is because we are old and this stuff is for small children."
The carousel was still in motion but Amaya got off from the horse. Marx also got off from his horse and assisted Amaya.
Amaya looked at the little boy who wanted her horse earlier. "You want this horse?" The little boy nodded.
Amaya, lifted the boy and put her on the horse. The boy laughed happily. The father who was angry earlier and wanted to teach Marx a lesson was smiling and thanked Amaya. Only then, did he realize who the woman was.
"Princess Amaya, it is you!" The father's voice trembled. He was glad that he has not carried out his plan of teaching Marx a lesson by tripping him the moment he got off from the horse. Wouldn't he invite trouble for himself.
