The FairMature

The crowd bustles in,

Weaving past rides and vendors

Small children heading for the animals,

The older ones for the biggest rides. 

The parents overlooking the smaller ones,

Bringing fear within,

When strolling too close to the lions,

And other horrifying machines.

But in the mists of things,

A small creature begins to lurk

Taking food from unsuspecting humans

Rummaging through the garbage.

Yells are sounding,

More creatures begin to swarm

The humans begin scrambling towards the exits

Creatures are now into the grounds of The Fair.

The Fair is now dark

The land black with the creatures

For now they are safe

But The Fair is nevermore awakened

The End

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