Beer Cans and Bovine Bloopers: A Day at the County Fair
May 14, 2025 — Junior Turnipshine
Well folks, the county fair has rolled into town like a hay bale down a steep hill, and it's got everyone buzzing like bees at a clover party. I moseyed on over to check out the scene, and let me tell you, it was a hoot and a half.
First stop was the beer tent, naturally. I mean, you can’t properly judge a tractor pull without a cold one in hand, right? The local brewmasters were showing off their latest creations, including one that tasted suspiciously like it was crafted by a possum with a sugar tooth. But hey, they say variety is the spice of life.
Over at the livestock pavilion, there was a bit of a kerfuffle when one of the prize cows decided to take a stroll. Seems Bessie had her fill of the spotlight and made a break for the Ferris wheel. I’ve seen weirder things in the vending machine at the courthouse, but a cow on the midway is a new one.
Speaking of midway, I caught up with old Clem, who swears the raccoons have a new plan: infiltrating the corn dog stands. I told him, "Clem, don’t tell me they ain’t spies," but he just chuckled and handed me a funnel cake.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fairground lights twinkled on, reflecting off the beer cans like a country disco ball. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this town, recycling bin beef and all.
So if you’re in the area, swing by the fair. Just keep an eye out for Bessie and maybe pack an extra funnel cake for the road. After all, if it’s broke, shoot it. If it’s fixed, shoot it for good measure. That’s just good sense in my book.
First stop was the beer tent, naturally. I mean, you can’t properly judge a tractor pull without a cold one in hand, right? The local brewmasters were showing off their latest creations, including one that tasted suspiciously like it was crafted by a possum with a sugar tooth. But hey, they say variety is the spice of life.
Over at the livestock pavilion, there was a bit of a kerfuffle when one of the prize cows decided to take a stroll. Seems Bessie had her fill of the spotlight and made a break for the Ferris wheel. I’ve seen weirder things in the vending machine at the courthouse, but a cow on the midway is a new one.
Speaking of midway, I caught up with old Clem, who swears the raccoons have a new plan: infiltrating the corn dog stands. I told him, "Clem, don’t tell me they ain’t spies," but he just chuckled and handed me a funnel cake.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the fairground lights twinkled on, reflecting off the beer cans like a country disco ball. It’s moments like this that remind me why I love this town, recycling bin beef and all.
So if you’re in the area, swing by the fair. Just keep an eye out for Bessie and maybe pack an extra funnel cake for the road. After all, if it’s broke, shoot it. If it’s fixed, shoot it for good measure. That’s just good sense in my book.