Those familiar with 4-H fairs (that would be Dwighters, who doesn't know about this place, and Lenny, because she has NH roots), should know that they smell awful. I, being one formerly unfamiliar with 4-H fairs, did not anticipate the foul smells that fancied the full length of the fairground. No freshly baked apple pie could triumph over the animal odor because apparently, at the fair we visited, there were no pies. No jams. No produce. Nothing. The pie contest(s?) weren't until tomorrow- day two of a weekend full of smelly animals and smellier kids. I suppose in some cultures, people voluntarily spend an entire weekend doing this. Though maybe not adults, as there was certainly a dearth of authority figures on the fairgrounds, which could explain the poor hygiene among participants, livestock and human. There were lots of little 4-feeteres running around with STAFF t-shirts. Worse yet, they put live alpacas on display in the fairgrounds without regards for the well being of spectators. What if one was to be allergic to llama-type animals? And the eyes begin to water? Where is the humanity? There were no warning signs posted, just a vast wasteland of grossly obese (in both sense of the word) animals and their dangerous allergen-packed dander. I smell a law-suit, 4-H. No wait, that was just a load of crap.
ps. Apologies for the near profane words of this entry. In supporting my local llama, I've gone a little loco myself, what with the stinging eyes and irritate nose, my head is a bit out of it and my language loose.
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