FAWN AT THE COUNTRY FAIR
written by Debbie Williamson
“Come on Spot,” said Fawn, excitedly. “We are going to be late for the fair!
“Yes, Fawn,” said Spot, who was adjusting the ties on her beautiful straw hat. “I’m coming.”
“Well, I don’t want to be late,” said Fawn.
“You just don’t want to miss out on all the good food at the fair,” said Spot.
“Now, Spot,” said Fawn, angrily. “That is not true!”
“Oh it is and you know it,” said Spot.
Fawn and Spot walked toward the pickup truck, where the Hansen family stood waiting for them.
“Don’t you look pretty today, Spot!” exclaimed Jenny Hansen. “And look, that straw had I bought you fits perfectly. You are going to win us lot of ribbons today!”
“That’s right,” exclaimed Fawn angrily. “Spot always gets all the attention. Well, I’ll show them who will get all the ribbons.”
“Don’t worry old boy,” said Ricky Hansen. “You are going to be the handsomest bull there.”
“Oh,” said Fawn. “So now Ricky thinks that I’m old!”
“Well, you are, aren’t you?” asked Spot.
“Very funny,” said Fawn. “I don’t think that I want to go the fair after all.”
“And miss out on the french-fries,” said Spot. “I highly doubt it.”
“Oh yeah,” said Fawn. “I love the french-fries that they serve at the fair!”
“I bet you do,” said Spot. “Especially since almost everyone there gives you all he fries you want, whenever you want them.”
Once at the fairgrounds, Fawn and Spot stood in their allotted stalls. Jenny was with Spot, brushing her favourite cow until she shone. Ricky was with Fawn, feeding him some fries.
“Ricky, I wouldn’t feed Fawn too many fries,” said Jenny. “He will be too fat and then he won’t win anything.”
“He’s never won anything anyway,” said Ricky.
“Well, he’d better start winning something,” said Jenny. “I heard Daddy telling Mommy that he was going to have to start selling off some of the livestock that isn’t doing any good.”
“But Fawn isn’t just livestock, he’s a pet,” said Ricky.
“I’m only telling you what I heard Daddy say,” said Jenny.
“Oh no, Fawn,” said Spot, one Ricky and Jenny had left the stalls. “Mr. and Mrs. Hansen are going to get rid of you.”
“I heard,” said Fawn. “Don’t rub it in.”
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” asked Spot.
“I don’t know,” said Fawn. “What can I do about it?”
Two judges came around to the stalls, a little while later. Of course, Spot looked splendid but Fawn was a mess as usual. Somehow he managed to spill ketchup all over himself.
“I really think that this cow that they call Spot should be the winner,” said one judge to another. “What do you think, Harvey?”
“Well, Joe, we have to wait until Pete comes, but I agree,” said Harvey. “If Pete doesn’t agree with us, I’ll take you out for lunch.”
“Deal,” said Joe.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Spot. “Fawn what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, Spot,” snapped Fawn. “It looks like my days are numbered.”
“But Fawn,” said Spot. “What will I do with you? Nothing will the same at the farm!”
“Hey look,” said Harvey. “Here comes Pete, now.”
“It’s about time,” said Joe. “I’m getting hungry!”
“Sorry I took so long guys,” said Pete. “Let’s get on with this. I’ve got a long day ahead of me.”
“That’s okay,” said Joe.
“Oh these are the Hansen cows,” said Pete, as he read the chart on the door of the stall.
“Yes they are,” said Harvey. “They are a strange lot. I hear that they feed this Fawn character french-fries and pop.”
“Yes they do,” said Pete. “I’ve also heard that Fawn is more of pet than a cow. Now, wouldn’t that make an interesting headline in the paper. “A TRUE PET COW IN MOUNTAIN GROVE”. That’s just what this community needs, publicity like that. Could you imagine all the people that would come here to see such an exciting attraction. Well, my mind is made up, Fawn wins hands down.
“I agree,” said Joe. “By the way, Harvey, that lunch sounds awfully good!”
“It’s settled then,” said Pete, placing a first place ribbon around Fawn’s neck.
“Oh Fawn!” cried Spot, once the three judges left. “I’m so proud of you!”
“Looks like my number’s not quite up yet,” said Fawn, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.