Genevieve; Spring Rushes Forth by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Chapter 19

Genevieve’s old-story-assisted patience was eventually rewarded. The first Pacific Lane, actually Bunny Park carnival was held. Pacific Lane was just too small to house all the rides and events brought in, but it was the Pacific Laners who were responsible for the affair; so they deserved some recognition.

Pooches from all over Poochville attended. The sun and clouds co-operated with an efficiency which promptly attuned what was their version of ideal to what they thought the pooch take on the matter would be. At least they had appeared as such after having risen from behind the Denial Mountains; an unknown, but also irrelevant conjecture on the part of any pooch with sufficient idle time to reflect upon what might go on on the other side of the mountain.

No one had previously seen anything like it. Even had they not received the flyers, at daybreak everyone could see the ferris wheel reaching for the sky. They rushed to get ready as they had never seen anything like it, had never seen anything like it, had never seen anything like it, had never seen anything like it, had never seen anything like it, et al and et alia.

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Ferris wheel; property of the author.

They walked east toward the Boggy Cleave River as the sun co-operatively rose once again, unhindered by any nay-saying clouds. The pooches chattered incomprehensibly as they filled the main road. What they were lowly barking was actually quite sensible, however since everyone’s attention was diverted toward the sky and that wheel which encroached upon it this went generally un-noticed. When they got there “the whip” was moving, though it didn’t yet have any passengers.

The whip; property of the author.

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The whip seemed new-fangled and also ominous to most of the parents, but exciting to their puppies. The parents recognized the carousel and tried to steer their charges toward it, with a significant, but not flawless degree of success. The carousel continually played “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes” from someplace unseen. That it was reminiscent of a classic helped some feel at home, but deterred some others who still thought that they were in possession of more adventurous dispositions.

“Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”

“They asked me how I knew

my true love was true.

I of course replied;

‘Something here inside

cannot be denied.’

They said; ‘Someday you’ll find

all who love are blind.

When your heart’s on fire

you must realize

smoke gets in your eyes.’

So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed,

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to think that they could doubt my love.

And yet today, my love has flown away.

I am without my love.

Now, laughing friends deride

tears I cannot hide.

So, I smile and say;

‘When a lovely flame dies,

smoke gets in your eyes.’

Smoke gets in your eyes.”

The simple first cover of “The Catcher in the Rye” by J.D. Salinger; modified public domain.

The gold ring was so easily accessible that every rider who made the slightest of efforts got one. The carousel operator had his young daughter occasionally fall from a bobbing wooden horse

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when there was a crowd just so that new riders would feel as if there was some sort of a challenge involved. It seemed necessary, and she had learned well how to fall safely and soundly, suggestive of a possible adult career in pro wrestling.

Carousel; property of the author.

So quickly the excited pups temporarily departed from their many exciting rides it could have only been measured by an atomic clock. Their tiny bellies gurgled a call to them that they had already worked up an appetite. In virtual unison they descended upon and thereby overwhelmed the food stand. They were impatient with only the intention of re-fueling before returning to their chosen rides.

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