The carnival worker lures us over with his engaging smile, motioning to the large prizes hanging all over his tent. My eye is caught by a large, stuffed Squirtle. Ball toss, knock down the bottles, easy enough. His charm distracts me from the well-known fact that carnival games are rigged. The bottles are heavy, weighted, and I fail. My heart sinks, and we move on to the next game. I want that Squirtle.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.
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Now really, it would
Take quite a while
To free oneself
From a Squirtle
With a smile 🙂
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