The Carnival

The last seven nights of rain plus todays warmer then normal weather for the middle of October left the perfect mud ridden tires on the 50 caravans of Tromber Tiddles Tiny Carnival. The name giving Timber Tromber Tiddles a laugh becuase he was one of the larger carnivals traveling today. Always assuring larger then life rides, Free screams, extreme laughter, and the very best carnival food for miles. Especially for this time of year. For as long as Timber could remember the Trombers carnival had been making Hob Knob Falls the last stop on the Carnival tour. which in case you did not know has been going 50 years strong. You could almost taste the Pride flowing through the entirety of Timbers 5'2" body. A portly man. many nights of fatty beef and a nice batches of mead made from his beastly wife's lovely sister Sharon. Damn Timber wistlfully thought to himself why? had he never mounted that sexy little thing. Timber watched the town foke stare as the brilliant red and white , the gold and rich blue tents roll by. The caravan rolled to a stop deep muddy ruts formed in the hills and The Great Reverand Willard Richard William the Fourth. Spat in disgust. "What in the revalations are they doing?" hissing from his whisky scented breath. "Where the hell is the Mayor now? Distroying the land. Dirty damn carnies." the Reverand could not grasp why they even needed to have a carnival come to his town. as far as he was concerned the carnival was long hand for the devils playground founded on lust, glutteny, and greed just to name a few sins. The entire serman the reverand had written for today had changed. he would try one more time to get through to the congergation. or at least scare the s**t out of them. Every last one of them would end up in hell.