Kabebi's Christmas dress

I remember the days back in Kiboga when I was still in primary, around p5 or so. One weekend, I and by sister [Grace] and other kid brothers were going to fetch water for home use from a community pipe water source called Kawondogolo (or name like that). Being the source where most of the towns dwellers fetced water, it was always full of people including water vendors (magged guys who used to fetch about 6-8 jerry of water on their bicycles for sale in kiboga town).
So the kids, esp us, had little chance of getting water until these guys and other more desperate kids were done. It was a pure survival for the strongest to get water from that source.

Anyway, on this day, we met a few other kids on the way who had an interesting game. They had a 'ride' which 1 person would sit in and another one pull the rope attached to it, gaining speed as one fastened into a run.
To make it even easier to pull, the way to Kawondogolo a slope, which got even steeper as you descended into the valley towards the well.

We took turns in the ride and the pulling. Grace had gotten a new dress in the run up to christmas and couldnt help trying it on when we went to the well that day...
It was her turn in the ride, she sat in it confortably as the boys pulled the
damn thing at rocket speed on the steepest part of the slope. I have not told you that the so called ride was just an old jerrycan cut

When she got out of it, the lower edges of her new dress was literary shredded pieces, small holes like ants and termites had eaten it up.

A long the way back hope we cooked some lies to explain this phenomenon.
When we got home, we shocked our parents by telling them that Kabebi had fallen down on the slope and her dress got that torn.

I will not mention that our dad got us to lie down and he got out his electric cable wire...and promised to cain us until some one told the truth.
I remember it must have been Annet who broke the truce and told them that we rode her in a jerrycan and when she got up the dress had been shredded by it. The rest is history