I recently took our granddaughter to the apple festival.
Normally there is a unquestionably festive feeling at the apple festival, but not this year.
The ponies didn’t seem to want to give any rides. The people who drove the truck for the hayride were so angry that you could tell they didn’t even want to be there. I was unquestionably exasperated with the atmosphere plus all I wanted to do was go home. My granddaughter was shivering plus he wanted to go to the car so both of us could turn on the heater. A chilly wind was blowing plus everyone was cold other than those who stood near the blast oil furnace. Once both of us got back into the car, I suddenly turned on the heat plus both of us began to get sizzling again. She had his hands out so he could know the heat coming out of the air vents. I asked his if he was ready to go beach home plus he offered me an emphatic, ‘NO!’. We ended up going to the pet store. We walked around the pet store so he could look at all of the pretty birds plus then at the hermit crabs. She said the heat felt good, but he unquestionably wanted to buy a bird. We already had more than five cats plus many cats, plus I was not going to take a bird home. I told his it was too chilly plus our car gas furnace didn’t get sizzling enough to take a bird home. She purchased the story, even though I have a feeling that on the next sizzling morning, he will want to go back to the pet store.