The May Fair was always a favorite in his family. This year,
their little one was to inherit the joy, too. Ready to go and eager to see the
animals, they had to hold tightly to her hand. Pointing out the different
booths and listening to the vendors bartering, the familiar whirlwind was
comforting. But amidst the swirl of ribbons and flowers, their little girl’s
hand slipped away. A horrified chill slipped down them when they realized. Running
back over used paths, they looked everywhere. The chill deepening, they began
to look new places. They saw her, with the ponies.
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