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.
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.
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.
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.
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