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|Carnival Day For Ethan (standard:other, 1376 words)|
|Author: Preston||Added: Jul 28 2002||Views/Reads: 2917/1895||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just one day in the life of Ethan Perry|
Carnival Day For Ethan The smell of popcorn and cotton candy initiated a memorable appreciation within him even before Ethan Perry got to the carnival in that old field on old route 17 that seemed to attract every orphaned event destined for Barton County. He had waited with impatient eagerness ever sense the colorful flyers announcing its arrival suddenly appeared on every available post in town two weeks ago. Colton Parish had few attractions amending its conventional daily subsistence, and any issuance, which offered something out of the ordinary, was bound to create some degree of excitement for everyone. Having opened its gates an hour earlier at 10 o'clock in the morning on the warmest Saturday in June, the best day yet this year, half the town's population already filled the carnival's grounds with merriment. After all, why wait til the last minute, right? Something like this only happened every few years in Colton so why waste a second of the thrill it offered. Ethan's only agenda for the day was to turn himself loose and experience everything there was, ride every ride, see everything they had to show, just to exhaust every bit of passion that was stockpiled within him. The first attraction through the gate was a candied apple stand followed by a cotton candy and a soft drink booth. They always appeal to the new arrival's culinary compulsion right off, and Ethan would not be the rare exception. The bright red and shinny candied apple was sweet and delightful until it worked its way up the little pointed stick and toppled off and hit the ground, rolling away like a kitten that didn't want to play anymore. A good portion of his available funds lay there swathed in a mass of dirt. He wouldn't let that dampen his spirits; after all, he hadn't come here to eat, he could do that at home. Most of the riding attractions, however, didn't embrace much appeal for him, but that teacup ride with all its twisting and turning motions looked like fun. It was great, Ethan discovered, but it also left him with a queasy stomach. Perhaps it was best that he hadn't been able to finish that apple, after all. He spent the next few minutes just walking around marveling the sights and listening to the sounds of energized amusement of the other visitors, mostly kids. Perhaps he would not risk another thrill ride for the time being and see what those tents with the elaborately dressed men out front calling for attention were all about. The one that attracted Ethan was a red and white striped canvas shelter where adults and children alike began to gather. ...found in the jungles of deep dark Africa, Ethan heard the man say in an astonished voice as he pushed into the gathering crowd. ...inside the tent for your astonishment...and you won't believe it until you see it...the snake boy of the jungle. One dollar will get you inside to see a freak of nature that you will simply not believe. Well, he couldn't miss this for anything, Ethan knew. He paid his dollar and went inside the moldy smelling tent. Other people, those who just couldn't miss this either, filled in behind him. He was being pushed further and further to the front where a small stage jutted out from the back of the tent. After a few tense moments the same man from out front stepped up on the raised platform and held up hands his to make an announcement. “Now, folks,” he said in a staid tone, “I want to remind you that taking photographs inside the tent is prohibited. Please, no pictures. With the preliminary necessities completed and disposed of, the man stepped aside and a man of twenty-five years or older, Ethan estimated, came through the curtain. He was undressed to the waist, exposing a scaly torso. Even his arms and most of his face were covered with the same repulsive looking scales. It looked more like an unfortunate disease than it did a snake's body. The man was most certainly a boy at one time, but Ethan doubted that he had ever seen a jungle much less lived in one other than the jungle of his imagination. Ethan continued to gaze at the spectacle but he felt indefensibly cheated. This little hoodwink had depleted the substance of his total funds. So far, the Click here to read the rest of this story (78 more lines)
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