On Canada Day, little B went to the fair by the waterfront. There were people everywhere! There were bouncy castles and slides and fishing games and cotton candy and hot dogs... Little B couldn't get over how wonderful everything was!
Ignoring the line-ups, he tried to squeeze himself into the bouncy castles while Daddy purchased some tickets. He squawked loudly when informed that not only he couldn't get in without a ticket, he'd also have to go to the back of the line.
Still, rules are rules so little B gave a credible semblance of obeisance.
Then came the Rat Race. The Rat Race is a bouncy castle culminating in a slide. Two kids go in at once and race to see who'll come out first from the labyrinth. Daddy watched as the little guy climbed, ran, fell, got up and mastered the ladder up to the slide. Convinced that there was only one way out of the maze, Daddy's eagle gaze relaxed.
Then nothing.
The little guy disappeared. Daddy peered over the edge of the rat race but it had apparently swallowed little B in a single bite.
"There are two ways out of the game," said the game attendant. "The kids can cheat and use either side."
A few heart-wrenching moments later, little B was found. He'd just been sent away by the game attendant while trying to re-enter the Rat Race, due to a lack of tickets. Little B was walking up and down the line, eyeing the adults. "I need tickets," he said, clearly and forcefully.
Gonna go places, that one...
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