The fair I can’t wait for tomorrow. We’re going to the pier in Brighton. There will be rides with twists and turns that gives your spine a chill. Swishing white horses inviting you to swim in the deep refreshing blue. Screams of joy, like hyenas echoes around this bubbly place. Men and women dressed as bony skeletons will juggle the thing elephants hates the most, flames. But when its used correctly, its magnificent. The sound of celebration for happiness, for fun, has a affect on everyone even the grumpy tern around to join in. I need to get to sleep so tomorrow come faster

The fair