Arlo Meets Carousal

Fall Fair :: Arlo Meets Carousal
It was love at first sight. Who could blame Arlo. Tantalized by her bright colours. Entranced by her glowy lights. As she spun around and around Arlo's blinking eyes kept perfect time with her clangety-clang music. Her name was Carousal. And Arlo realized one thing, you can't spell Carousal without Arlo. It was meant to be. Meant to be.
'MUMBA!!!!' Arlo screamed and pointed.
Allow me to translate - 'Mother. Come quickly. You must, you simply must take me to her beautiful horses!'
He picked an ivory horse with peeling pant. Perhaps the horse was once white...or blue...or pink. No matter, Arlo thought it was covered in character. He felt a comforting mix of confidence and contentment.

Until...Until...Carousel made one fatal mistake. She began to move. No longer were lights dazzling. Her music was more clatter than clang. Arlo's betrayed eyes began to prickle. His mouth turned south. Had he been able to loosen his grip for one second, he would have signed, 'All done'. I lifted him off his horse and carefully made our way to safety - the bench. Together, we waited out the ride. At last Carousal and her wild ways stopped. We made our way to the exit, where we stood admiring the bravery of Hugh and the beauty of Carousal from...afar.xo