“I want to go to the carnival!” I said.
“It will be fun,” I said. “We eat fried dough and ride the tilt-a-whirl!”
Well, it did turn out fun, though it was not the most lavish carnival ever (no tilt-a-whirl!?). We rode the ferris wheel, ate the aforementioned fried dough and Pat won me some truly sophisticated artwork.
Games of skill and strength. And corndogs.
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