You spend the rest of the day just like that, floating. Attached by a string to the balloon salesman's stall, softly bobbing around as the wind blew you. You couldn’t do much of anything else.
The man continued to sell balloons with a warm smile, to adults and children alike. Occasionally, as the balloon salesman handed over the balloon to a customer, he would smirk. You’ve begun to recognise the buzz of magic in the air whenever that happened. Occasionally when the supply started to get low, he’d start blowing up new balloons by tank or mouth, sending new ones careening up to you.
The day dragged on without you being sold, and despite the strange predicament you were starting to get slightly bored. You were barely paying attention when the little girl and her mother came up to the stall, but you heard her when she asked for "The pink one with the ears", and suddenly you were being tugged down. And the man handed you over to the girl like nothing was wrong. "Don’t let him go" said the salesman, smirking not at the girl but at you, the balloon.
"I won’t let you go, mr. balloon" said the girl up to you as she skipped away, her mother trailing behind her. You caught that damned balloon man smiling warmly as you were carried away from him, your fate now depending on this oblivious little tot.