The ferrous wheel.
When she got home, she told me about how excited she was to see all the animals—except the geese and the chickens. I asked her why not those two, and she said, "Because they're aggressive fowl."
I responded, "I guess they were in a really fowl mood, then, huh?" She wasn't amused.
My family and I walked into the sheep barn at the county fair. My son proclaims loudly. " dad, it stinks in here" to which I reply. " ya ,it smells like ewe". While looking him dead in the eye. It took all involved about 15 seconds before eyes were rolled and the usual ohh daaaad commenced.
Years ago, my Aunt Ann ate a couple of hot dogs at the county fair, and afterward experienced some... digestive difficulties. I declared it The Diarrhea of Ann's Franks.
It was a rye-fle.
My gun won first place in the county fair for being so attractive! It was an eyeful of a rye-fle!
She is a regular attendee of the Renaissance Fair, but I have never gone. I really want to go, so she said she will take me this year. When I brought up the county fair at the end of the summer, I found out that she had never been to it. I offered to take her to that. She was all in board with that idea.
"Good," I said. "That sounds like a Fair trade to me!"
