The carnival

“..the carnival.”

“Mei, I’d love to, but if the cop shows up again, you’d be in big trouble.” Gary was already looking the direction the cop drove off to, making sure he didn’t return.

“Aww, it’s sweet you worry about me, Gary,” laughed Mei, “but the bad cop is gone, so we should be good for now.”

“Just let her, Gary,” Stan put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, “we could always go to the cabin later, but the carnival will leave in a couple of days.”

Gary was quiet was a moment. “Fine, we’ll go. But if you see any cops…”

“I’ll hide straight away! Thank you Gary, you’re the best!” Mei hugged him out of excitement.

The three walked into the carnival, with Mei running ahead, mesmerised by the lights, smells and balloons. “This place is amazing! I love it!”

“Glad you do,” smiled Gary, “ here, I bought you this popsicle. It’s blueberry.”

“Thank you Gary!” She’d grabbed the popsicle, and stuck it in her mouth. “Aww, shoo ghooode!” She moaned excitedly.

A little too excitedly. In fact, given the cilinder shape of the popsicle and her moans, it definitely looked a little like… you know.

Gary thought it. Stan thought it. Everyone at the carnival thought it.

Everyone but Mei.

After she was finished, a mother walked past her.

“Shameless, absolutely shameless!” She shouted.

“I am terribly sorry for my awful table manners, ma’am.” Mei made a deep bow.

“Maybe we should go to one of the rides,” suggested Gary, “there is the haunted house, the funhouse, the carousel, the ring toss booths and the ferris wheel. Where do you want to go?”