You turn around and you see a pretty girl with light blonde hair sitting next to you. She looks like she's about your age and you smile at her as she looks to you. She smiles back at you and and introduce yourself.
“I’m Giselle. Nice to meet you!” She says.
You tell her your name.
“Ready to break some rules?” She asked excitedly.
“Don’t you know it!” You reply. Then you have a thought.
“Hey, isn’t it strange to have donkeys pulling this thing? Don’t they use horses?”
Giselle shrugs. “Who cares? Honestly I kind of like the donkeys better.”
“We’re here kids! All aboard!” The coachman cries.
You and Giselle hop out of the coach to see a large boat. You stream into the boat with a mob of screaming, pushing kids. Being around their behavior makes you feel dumber already, and strangely you like it. You and Giselle start joining in their behavior and rapidly lose yourselves to it.
All too soon the whistle blows and a voice comes over the loudspeaker. “We are here! Go on kids! Have fun, do whatever you want to!!!!” The voice of the coachman says.
You and Giselle rush out of the boat and through the large double doors. Kids stream off in random directions. But you and Giselle stop to take it in. Flashing lights, rides, games...everywhere.
There was even a funhouse that encouraged them to break things. Not to mention...“Is that… beer?” You ask incredulously.
But Giselle had beaten you to it and was chugging a mug down. She looked up at you with a wide grin. “It most certainly is! Here, let me get you some.”
As she turns, you notice that her ears seem to have a slight hairy point to them. But you ignore it as she presses a mug into your hand.
You look down at it. Man if your parents saw you now...but they weren’t here were they? You smile and begin to chug it down. It surges directly to your head and the tips of your ears, leaving them tingling. No wonder your parents didn’t let you have this. It made you feel amazing.
You chug another whole mug down and feel the surge again, but this time it lasts longer. You feel like your ears are being pulled.
“You look funny, Mr. Donkey Ears!” Giselle says, laughing as her own ears pull away from her head before your eyes, covering themselves in brown hair.
You are about to say something about the strange occurrence when you mind fogs over from the beer, you realized you must be smashed already.
“Yeah, this is some strong stuff!” You look towards the funhouse and feel destructive. “Let’s go break stuff!!”