Our local Fall Fair was held
this past weekend. Autumn is my favourite time of year – and this time around
the weather was absolutely perfect. Cold nights great for stargazing or
stealing a squeeze…and sunny days with the air so crisp that the horses’ coats
almost seemed too bright to admire.
As I drove along our main
street I saw a tall young man bobbing along with a distinctly oversized tiger
toy slung over his shoulders. It was a real beauty – and I decided that after
aiming for a chimp last year, this year I would shoot for a tiger.
The first row of the carney
tents was missing the shooting gallery – but it was in Row 2 after all. And in
all their glory were two “big cats” toys – one a white leopard and one a tiger.
There was a sign posted on the side wall, “if you don’t understand the game,
ask. And if you still don’t understand it, don’t play.”
Just to be sure, I did ask –
and was told by Ole’ Grizzly that you had to completely shoot out the red star
in the center of the paper target.
My first try – 100 rounds for
$5. Was not terrific – but anyone knows it does take practice to get the sites
in your mind and read the rifle. So round two was sure to be better – my aim
was as accurate as I could ever hope – and I felt like Annie herself. Feeling
mighty pleased – and wondering how I would get that tiger home – Old’ Grizzly
shows me that the most minute red dot was still intact. And I mean minute –
scarcely the size of the head of a pin – the smallest of zits is bigger!!
Nonetheless, despite my
pleadings for mercy, no tiger. Maybe Ole’ Grizzly could read my mind when I
mused to myself he looked like he could use a good dunking with some soap. And
a razor. The $10. tiger tryout would have gone a long way there.
Same time next year – maybe
I’ll try for a donkey to suspend in my office lest I forget what an asinine
effort it’s proved to be.
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