behind as I sit on the foot-weary’s bench at wisconsin’s walworth county fair is SPIN-OUT before me the WHEEL OF FIRE beyond is ORBITER then ZIP- PER where my grandkid’s terrified screams are making them stop the fun ride to let her off though I don’t know this till later for the competing blaring sounds which you can’t call music drown out all else scantily clad body types mostly fat stroll the midway munching brats and elephant ears sipping six-buck lemonade refills only three stuffed bears are big as the carriers t shirts blast rude messages except those with green tractors there’s an inflated cow her pink tits so huge you can swing on them I insist before we leave to visit something real outside the farm tent is a labeled growing garden inside you can roll in soy beans at the small animals barn the only noise is crowing roosters some with blue ribbons the grandkids forget the rides are enamored by ducks geese turkeys banties then the rabbits giant flemish, netherland dwarf, jersey wooly, lop ears snub noses my grandson pokes his hand in every cage caresses fur feathers he’d climb right in if he could a 4-H boy lets him cuddle a cavi we see shorn sheep without tails later as we head to the parking lot we spot two yellow balloons escaping into the blue blue sky