“Oooh, gross!” said
the little girl with a half-eaten Iowa State Fair corn dog in her hand. “Look, Mommy.”
She pointed into the boulevard.
“What?”
“There. That horse just pooped in the street. Gross.”
“Yeah,” said her mother, “animals do that. They leave their mess where ever they are.”
“Gross,” said the little girl again.
“Are you done yet?” Mother asked. “We’re heading over to the midway next.”
“Yippee!” yelped the girl as she tossed the uneaten remains of her corn dog and a mustard smeared napkin to the curb. “Let’s go.”
“What?”
“There. That horse just pooped in the street. Gross.”
“Yeah,” said her mother, “animals do that. They leave their mess where ever they are.”
“Gross,” said the little girl again.
“Are you done yet?” Mother asked. “We’re heading over to the midway next.”
“Yippee!” yelped the girl as she tossed the uneaten remains of her corn dog and a mustard smeared napkin to the curb. “Let’s go.”
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