Anyway, it was a hot day, so dad was kind enough to find me a fan. After that, his kindness lapsed, and he made me, in this order:
windblown (right up my shorts! Thanks a lot, dad!)
and tushy over teakettle (is that the expression?)
Then we went to see the geese, swans, and ducks in the pond. I thought a "goose" was what dad does to my tushy sometimes. I don't see what these birds have to do with gooses. I didn't let them get close enough to my tushy for me to find out!
Finally, I got to see the bunnies. They tell me that grandpop's OTHER name is "Big Bunny." I don't know about that, but here I am with a real big bunny,
Unless I'm mistaken, this one wants to eat me. Look, it has already swallowed some other helpless baby. Thanks, dad, for saving me from a horrible fate!
Thus ends my photoessay on the Michigan State Fair. I saw some cows, too. They smelled bad. Dad kept saying "Smells like money!" I thought it smelled like poo, but what do I know? There were horses, too, and lots of noisy little things they called goats. In any case, it was a pretty fun trip (but don't tell mama and dad--I wouldn't want to encourage their eccentricity). Silas T. Hickox, signing off. Don't get in the way of hungry bunnies.