![]() ![]() Mir was watching me and I couldn’t back out. By the time I realized I was queued up for the rollercoaster, it was too late for me to change my decision. ![]() I stood in the first line I found, huffy, just to look as though I had somewhere more important to be. ![]() “Mo,” she said, fidgeting with the multiple cow legs wrapped absurdly around her neck, trying to get me to wait up. ![]() A bell went off, a cowbell, I guess, and the barker handed over the stuffed cow to her. Your arrival is uncertain.” The card was still in my pocket.Īnd then, at the beanbag throw, I’d barely hit the lever, but Mir positively smashed it. A moving mannequin behind the glass-bald, unisex-had wagged its waxy finger at me, and the machine spit out a little card. They only give you two throws, and neither of mine had been strong enough.īefore the beanbag throw, I’d had my fortune told from a coin-operated machine. I was mad because I’d tried to win the cow, too, but my beanbag hadn’t plopped against the lever hard enough. It had giant plastic eyes, half-lidded, as though it were surprised yet not at all enthused to find itself at the fair. The toy was almost as big as she was, and she had draped it over her body and was parading it over the fairground. Mir had actually won the cow, the stuffed yellow monstrosity, all floppy shoulders and hips. ![]()
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