The merry-go-round drifted to a stop. Thankfully he dismounted before his stomach rebelled. When had the merry-go-round become a nauseating adventure? Getting old sucked. He stumbled to the metal bench inside the metal fence usually reserved for the mother whose child had insisted on the opportunity to ride alone for the first time. Head between his knees, he was behind the rest of the crowd in noticing the extended stall of the carnival ride. Angry mumbling finally caused him to look up. The last riders were long gone but the horses remained empty.
Rising from the bench, he called out "What happened to the attendant?"
A bald headed girl with blonde eyebrows and pouting lips tugged on his coat sleeve. "Sometimes the man who runs the merry-go-round takes people on a search for things. You should be glad he didn't take you."
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