We went to the fair one night in order to take part in the thrills and terrors that can only be found there. We poked at the oxen and the rabbits and measured up the call ducks to my flock. Also we ate funnel cakes which we later regretted very much after also eating double cheese fries and kettle corn and being swooped about on this ride.
The fair is a place like no other. It's grease and cigar smoke disguised into golden lightbulbs and smooth looking-glass, spindly ferris wheels with swinging cars, bobbing horses with scarlet saddles, striped canopies and the tinkling of the carousel. It is a most wonderful delusion.
What do you imagine birds flying over think of the fair?
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