Virtuous Carney, last edit I think.
That carnival paper again, It fits the 250, 125, and 50 words thing But now she says don't use any dialogue... It makes one wonder if it's really worth it to do anything before the actual deadline/duedate on this campus.
The Carney watched the family of three approached and knew what he had to do. Apple in hand, yelling two hits for a dollar, selling forgiveness to inattentive parents.
First shot… I suppose you should understand the game - it operates off a catapult theory… went straight to the ground. Rubber, a catapult and a mallet in the hands of an eight year old amounted to six inches of lift and distance. Second shot -- straight to the ground. A free try followed the first two in suit.
Another free shot was offered, but the firing method was taught this time.
Standing back, swinging straight over his head, eyes on the target and leaning forward; the con-man asked the boy to look at the target and asked if there was anyone who picks on him, makes him feel bad, dosn't like him. Someone he didn't like either. …the light-bulb lit up in the boy’s head… Imaging their face right there on that target. The boy swung with all his might.
The parents simply watched as their son brought down that mallet for the fourth time... and sent that rubber catapulting twenty feet across the table. The parents, with looks of embarrassment and hurt stared at their child, at each other... They both put their arm around that boy probably for the first time in his memory and as they walked away they talked to the boy and were for once, concerned about him.
A carnival.
First three hits went straight to the ground. Rubber frogs, a catapult, and a mallet. The eight year old could not get much distance. Given a fourth free shot, the boy agreed to do it differently.
Standing back, swinging high, eyes on the target and leaning forward, the con-man asked if there was anyone who picks on him or makes him feel bad. The light-bulb lit up in the boy’s head and he swung with all his might.
The boy hit and sent that frog soaring twenty feet. The parents, looking embarrassed looked at their child, at each other, then put their arm around him and walked away talking to their child. For once, they were concerned about him.
A carnival. Rubber frogs, a catapult, a mallet. Eight year old boy. Free shot. Taught to win. Con-man asked the boy to take out aggression at being bullied. He swung with all his might.
He sent it flying. Parents put their arm around him and walked away talking to him.
The Carney watched the family of three approached and knew what he had to do. Apple in hand, yelling two hits for a dollar, selling forgiveness to inattentive parents.
First shot… I suppose you should understand the game - it operates off a catapult theory… went straight to the ground. Rubber, a catapult and a mallet in the hands of an eight year old amounted to six inches of lift and distance. Second shot -- straight to the ground. A free try followed the first two in suit.
Another free shot was offered, but the firing method was taught this time.
Standing back, swinging straight over his head, eyes on the target and leaning forward; the con-man asked the boy to look at the target and asked if there was anyone who picks on him, makes him feel bad, dosn't like him. Someone he didn't like either. …the light-bulb lit up in the boy’s head… Imaging their face right there on that target. The boy swung with all his might.
The parents simply watched as their son brought down that mallet for the fourth time... and sent that rubber catapulting twenty feet across the table. The parents, with looks of embarrassment and hurt stared at their child, at each other... They both put their arm around that boy probably for the first time in his memory and as they walked away they talked to the boy and were for once, concerned about him.
A carnival.
First three hits went straight to the ground. Rubber frogs, a catapult, and a mallet. The eight year old could not get much distance. Given a fourth free shot, the boy agreed to do it differently.
Standing back, swinging high, eyes on the target and leaning forward, the con-man asked if there was anyone who picks on him or makes him feel bad. The light-bulb lit up in the boy’s head and he swung with all his might.
The boy hit and sent that frog soaring twenty feet. The parents, looking embarrassed looked at their child, at each other, then put their arm around him and walked away talking to their child. For once, they were concerned about him.
A carnival. Rubber frogs, a catapult, a mallet. Eight year old boy. Free shot. Taught to win. Con-man asked the boy to take out aggression at being bullied. He swung with all his might.
He sent it flying. Parents put their arm around him and walked away talking to him.
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