EDITOR DES GOES TO THE EASTER SHOW

THE BIGGEST SHOW IN TOWN

Last week we  went to the Royal Easter Show in Sydney.  It’s a huge fair, and  farmers and gardeners take their produce along and win prizes. Well some of them win.

I wanted to enter  some of my vegetables, but Pauline Conolly  (she’s my guardian) said  they weren’t  quite up to the mark.  Totally disappointing. I suppose they will all end up in soup.

When I saw the ones on display I sort of understood.

The famous District Exhibits of produce.

 GO ME…SHOW JUDGE!

But do you know what? I was invited to help judge the honey. It made me feel a bit better.   I know quite a lot about bees and I eat a lot of honey. That’s why they asked me.

 

Such an honour.

From then on things went downhill.  You see, I have a lot of  trouble with  other animals.

 

 

Now you would  think that after this  incident Pauline would not subject me to anything scary. But truly, she has the sensitivity of a ….of a block of wood. We went to the animal interaction pavilion (against my better judgement ).   I said quite firmly  that all I wanted  to do was feed the little lambs and goats with chaff. Well you could buy tiny  pots full.  And  guess what happened? This;

 

 

Is that a little goat? I don’t think so!  And can  you  spot  any chaff?  Not a morsel.  Oh, and see  that lady’s jeans in the background?  Yep, a goat munched them. Well of course when Pauline let go, the  wretched goat ran off and I fell on my head. Then it doubled back and tried to eat my jumper. There is a photo of our skirmish, but I have chosen not to publish it.

The show is like a fair as well and you can win things on the sideshows….fluffy dogs and stuff  like that. I wanted to win something for my girlfriend Milly.  So you drop balls down a clown’s neck and if they fall on the right numbers you win. I couldn’t reach high enough so Pauline did it for me and I won a big nothing. If you are a child you get something anyway, but I’m seventeen. That’s too old.

Only one good thing happened after that. I was allowed to  have a show bag full of  stretchy fruit lollies.  While Pauline and Bob watched the wood chopping I ate the whole lot. The one in the picture is a sea horse. A little boy in front asked if he could have one, but I said no, he couldn’t. That’s why he looks a bit miserable.

 

I love show bags.

 

It was an eventful day at the show. I’m not sure  if I’ll go next year.

On a related matter, would you like to read the story of my  ‘quite good’ pumpkin? It’s HERE.

LEAVE ME A MESSAGE IF YOU LIKE DON’T FORGET YOU HAVE TO DO A LITTLE SUM BEFORE YOU PRESS ‘SUBMIT’.

 

 

2 Comments
    • Pauline

      Thanks Neville. Editor Des is delighted.

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