It's Coming.

It's coming. That noisome, greasy, bloated, beast. Armor-plated and bedaubed with sickly colors. I can already smell the stench and hear the screams of people who have lost their minds. They will set up its lair across the road; it will thunder and roar at all hours and we will sleep at its mercy. Unfortunately we have no knight in shining armor to ride to our aid so we'll have to face the Kitittas County Fair as best we can. It's not all bad, I mean when else during the year are you allowed to eat greasy over-priced food or ride carnival rides until you're sick to your stomach. And if you like people-watching then your in luck, for there is a constant parade of people walking by. Still it is a relief when its over and the last food booth has been packed up and driven away.Then life returns to normal, sort of.