The Park, Most of Sunday
Sunday, August 10th, 2014 09:00 amHad the carnival changed? Retreated? No, but perhaps it had filled up even worse over the past twenty-four hours or so.
The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.
The feeding was good, here.
That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.
It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.
The look on that mustached man's face certainly exuded a certain amount of triumph as the lights went on again early on Sunday morning. He stabbed the ground with his cane and watched; if experience counted for anything, then there would be yet more pouring into his carnival today.
The feeding was good, here.
That scent of cotton candy rolled over the island once more, and the carnival's music touched what it could not.
It's a new day, Fandom. Come, enjoy it.