Since it was the last weekend for the legendary Puyallup fair we headed down for some cow-petting, Krusty Pups and, most of all, people watching. Looking at the crowd piling through the gates, we knew we would be in for a good time. The line for hand-dipped corndogs and onion burgers was long, but we finally got the classic fair food. What's a fair without a rodeo, right? Well - we had missed the scheduled rodeo, but found something even better - Mutton Bustin'. This event was for kids aged 2-6. Basically, they take the unsuspecting youngsters, sit them atop a jaded, street-smart sheep and just let go. Most of the kids were bucked off within the first couple seconds, but a few clung on grimly (out of fear or determination) and made it to the end of the run. The ridden sheep gathered at the end, comparing tattoos and glaring menacingly at the children. One kid rode his sheep all the way to the ground - ending in a spectacular somersault where the boy was momentarily UNDER the beast. Second place went to a two-year-old girl who will forever be one of the few people on earth who is deathly afraid of sheep. As an outside observer one would probably be horrified to see small kids being terrorized just so their parents can get a few pictures of them being bucked off a dirty, four-legged cotton ball. However, as a spectator, it was pretty darn amusing.
After the kids had received their prize belt buckles, we wandered over to the animal displays. My favorite was the reindeer with his big, watery eyes and spindly antlers. The speckled draft horses were impressive. No dainty race-horse names like Seabiscut here. Names like Chief, Rex, and King were much more suitable for these immense but beautiful creatures. I was not a big fan of the emu, whose beady eyes and sharp beak were uncomfortably fixed on my tail. The scruffy, highland cows were cute and friendly. The young one licked Kelly's hand with it's 100-grit, sandpaper tongue while I posed for a picture.
We picked up an elephant ear and some fresh lemonade before finding a seat on the ground next to the hypnotist stage. Like the kids on the sheep, it is always amusing to watch people do silly things. While the kids were cute, however, the participants in the hypnotist show pretty much just got to make fools of themselves. I tried to get Kelly to volunteer, but she wasn't outgoing enough, so I missed my chance at fame. I'd like to try being hypnotized sometime, just to see what happens. But maybe I'll try it somewhere where I won't be on a stage in front of hundreds of people with cameras...
After the kids had received their prize belt buckles, we wandered over to the animal displays. My favorite was the reindeer with his big, watery eyes and spindly antlers. The speckled draft horses were impressive. No dainty race-horse names like Seabiscut here. Names like Chief, Rex, and King were much more suitable for these immense but beautiful creatures. I was not a big fan of the emu, whose beady eyes and sharp beak were uncomfortably fixed on my tail. The scruffy, highland cows were cute and friendly. The young one licked Kelly's hand with it's 100-grit, sandpaper tongue while I posed for a picture.
We picked up an elephant ear and some fresh lemonade before finding a seat on the ground next to the hypnotist stage. Like the kids on the sheep, it is always amusing to watch people do silly things. While the kids were cute, however, the participants in the hypnotist show pretty much just got to make fools of themselves. I tried to get Kelly to volunteer, but she wasn't outgoing enough, so I missed my chance at fame. I'd like to try being hypnotized sometime, just to see what happens. But maybe I'll try it somewhere where I won't be on a stage in front of hundreds of people with cameras...
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