One day he just 'snapped.' That's Mom's word for what happened. Some brat yanked one too many times on his tail, and Grandpa Kenneth spun around and punted him halfway down Main Street USA. The kid's family sued Disney World for some insane amount of money, but by then Grandpa Kenneth and Grandma Janet had already packed up and moved to Moose Lick Saskatchewan, where they opened a snowmobile dealership and never laid eyes on another tourist. We've gone up to visit them two or three times, but they refuse to come down to the Keys. Grandpa Kenneth is sure that the Disney people will have him arrested if he ever sets foot in Florida.
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"One day he just 'snapped.' That's Mom's word for what happened." This refers to a moment when Grandpa Kenneth lost control after a child pulled his tail too often. In a sudden reaction, he spun around and kicked the child a long way down Main Street USA. The child's family responded by suing Disney World for an enormous sum of money."

Following the incident, Grandpa Kenneth and Grandma Janet moved to Moose Lick Saskatchewan, where they started a snowmobile dealership and stayed away from tourists. Despite visits, they refuse to come to the Keys, with Grandpa Kenneth fearing he might be arrested if he steps in Florida again."

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