I’m Ellie…My favorite thing to eat is cotton candy. I love the taste of cotton candy melting in my mouth. On the other hand, I hate Cracker Jacks. I like caramel corn and peanuts separately, but not together. When I tell people that, they say it’s nonsense. If they keep bugging me, then I tell them I don’t like very many foods mixed together. I usually eat what’s on my plate one thing at a time.
You might be wondering what started me on this train of thought. They’re setting up a carnival in Murdo on a vacant lot south of Highway 16. I only get to eat cotton candy when I go to carnivals, but carnivals take money, and I don’t have very much of that right now. I spent what I had saved rather foolishly. I bought a fake ponytail. I had to get a fake one, because my mom made me get my hair cut too short and I can’t get it into a ponytail like I used to. She said she wanted the beauty operator to give me a permanent, but I finally cried hard enough that she decided we would wait a while and see how it goes. She said she made me get my hair cut because it’s too hard to corner me to wash my hair and put all those pink curlers in it. What makes her the maddest is that I don’t always remember to brush my hair and I go around looking like a rag muffin six days out of seven.
Our moms did the same thing…no more pony tails
I’m thinking about all of this while I’m walking over to Miss Pearl and Miss Grace’s apartments above Sanderson’s Store. I’m trying to think of what I can do for them besides walk Pearl the dog. I get some money for that, but it would take too many times walking to earn enough carnival money in time. Bucky Anderson told me they already have the Ferris wheel and the Freak Stand up. He can’t wait either. He is really outstanding at shooting the moving yellow ducks with a pop gun. I’m pretty sure the guy that runs the duck shooting hates to see Bucky coming because he wins too many teddy bears and the guy has to keep all the spaces full of teddy bears. He can’t be making any money at all on Bucky.
I’m here now, wish me luck.
“Hi Miss Pearl, I see you heard me coming. May I ask you something?”
“Why do you always ask me if you can ask me something Essie? Why don’t you just say, Hello Miss Pearl, and then ask the question. Now, what is your question?”
I realized right then that I should have thought it through. How can I ask her my question now, when she’s pretty likely to be in an irritated way. Oh well, it’s too late now.
“I need to earn some real money fast. There is a carnival in town.”
“I don’t hear a question, Essie. Are you going to make me stand here all day, while you get to the question?”
“Is there something I can do to earn $5.00 off of you.?”
“Finally…Go ahead and take Pearl the dog for a walk and I will meet with Grace and have an answer for you when you return.”
Well, I’m on my way home now with my $5.00. I earned it too. I had to lick S & H Green Stamps and put them in little books. Miss Pearl and Miss Grace want to trade them for some Finger-hut blankets and a set of TV trays. They had more stamps than I could even believe.
Now I only have two more things to worry about. I feel kind of sick from all that glue. Cotton candy doesn’t even sound good right now. If I don’t feel better by the time they get the bullet ride set up, then I just as well forget even going.
The other thing I have to deal with is they paid me in pennies they’d been saving. I sure hope they don’t have long lines for the carnival stuff, because you can about imagine how embarrassed I will be standing there counting out pennies for every ride plus cotton candy, if I feel right by then.
carnival people..girl with pony tail and cotton candy…carnival people
All that and I don’t even have a stupid pony tail that looks decent. I swear people are just trying to ruin my life!