Question

At the time I am talking about, Mrs. Branthwaite's poppies were all
in bloom. It was essential to make the turn without hurting a single
hair of a poppy's head. Usually, when the poppies were in bloom,
nobody dared make the turn. I did—not out of courage, but because
in my ponderous cart there was no real danger of going wrong. I
should have left it at that, but got ambitious. One Saturday afternoon
when there was a particularly large turnout, I got sick of watching the ball-race carts howling to glory down the far side. I organized
the slower carts like my own into a train. Every cart except mine was
deprived of its front axle and loosely bolted to the cart in front. The
whole assembly was about a dozen carts long, with a big box-cart at
the back. I was the only one alone on his cart. Behind me there were
two or even three to every cart until you got to the box-cart, which
was crammed full of little kids, some of them so small that they were
holding toy koalas and sucking dummies.
Q1 who was in the box cart at the back of the train? How do you lnow the Apporxiamate age of the passengers?​

Answer 1

Answer:

this is a story bro..................

Answer 2

Answer:

sorry don't know

Explanation:

helpful

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