Fourth Fair

We used to be like that. Look at them. She’s blushing or possibly swelling or something. Maybe she’s just choking. That would explain the resuscitation. Were we like that? No, wait, it’s coming back to me… never mind. Too long ago, I suppose. Now we really just have to fend for ourselves. We used to think the world was made for us, and look where that got us! No. We used to do so many things together. Remember that? No, of course not. What was that called – you know, we usually just popped in uninvited. I think it had an “O” in it.