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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
Ian & Mac Stories - A Day at the Fair


"Thank you so much for babysitting Molly for the weekend," her mother said, blowing her baby a kiss and climbing down the tree.

"WAAAH! WAAAH! WAAAH! I want my mummy!" Molly screamed.

"Now, now, Molly. Youíre here with Uncle Ian and I. Weíre going to have a lot of fun. Your mum will be back tomorrow to pick you up. She had to go and help your Aunt Fiona. She just had a baby. Itís smaller than you are, Molly," Mac explained.

"Baby. Molly, baby."

"Thatís right, youíre a baby too; but today youíre going to be a big girl and weíre going to have some fun. What would you like to do?" Mac asked.

"Letís take her to the fair. I saw a sign posted on a tree near the village. The fair is in town for just the weekend. Can we go, Mac?" Ian begged.

"Fair. Go fair," Molly added.

"It seems Iíve been out-voted. The fair it is then. Off we go," Mac said. The raccoons climbed down the tree and headed toward the village. "We must be careful. There will be a lot of people there. I donít think they like raccoons hanging around, so be on your best behavior; both of you," Mac warned.

Ian smiled shyly.

The fairgrounds were crowded. There were people everywhere and so much noise. They walked about, hiding behind bushes and trees. "Oh look. Thereís the bottle toss. I think I can knock them all down. Do you?" Ian asked, playing with Molly.

"Of course she canít. Those bottles arenít made of glass. Theyíre heavy and hard to knock down, but weíll give it a try," Mac said.

When nobody was looking, Ian picked the ball up and threw it at the bottles. The top ones came tumbling down. "I can do better than that. Here, hold Molly," Ian said. He moved to the next stack of bottles. "Watch," he cried out and threw the ball. The top two bottles fell over.

"Let me show you how itís done," Mac said, setting Molly down on the ground. He threw the balls as hard as he could. They all toppled down.

"Very good, Mac. Uncle Mac did good, didnít he Molly?" Ian turned to ask Molly. "Molly? Molly? Mac, whereís Molly?" Frantically, Mac ran around looking for her. Ian went the other way to look.

Molly had climbed on the counter and was hiding among the stuffed animals that were being given away as prizes. A man walked up to the counter and threw a ball at a stack of bottles. "A winner!" the game person said to the man. "Pick whatever stuffed animal you want."

"Iíll take that one, the stuffed raccoon," he answered.

The man reached up and picked Molly up. "Yikes!" shouted Ian. He ran up and plucked Molly out of the manís hands and ran away.

"Hey. Come back with my raccoon. I won it, not you!" the man shouted.

Mac was waiting behind a tree. "Here she is. Whew, that was close. Molly, youíve got to stay close to Uncle Mac and Uncle Ian. It worries us when you get lost," Ian said, sighing with relief.

They took her by the paws and walked towards the ferris wheel. "Oh look, Molly. Thereís a man with balloons. Iíll wait until he puts one down and Iíll sneak one for you. What color do you want?" Mac asked.

"I want blue," Molly replied.

"Ian, go and get Molly a balloon. There, now. Heís put them down for a minute. Hurry."

Ian ran up and grabbed a blue balloon. "Here you go, Molly," he said, handing it to her. No sooner had he done that when the balloon and Molly went floating up into the air. "Yikes!" Ian screamed. "Molly, come back here."

Mac looked up. He tried to jump and grab the string but missed. She floated higher and higher. The balloon headed straight for a tall oak tree. "Sheís stuck. Letís grab her," Mac said, running towards the tree. Ian followed. "You need to climb the tree and get her."

"Why me? Why donít you climb and get her?" Ian complained.

"Because youíre the one who gave her the balloon!" Mac argued.

Ian thought for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and climbed the tree. He grabbed Molly and came down. "Balloon. Balloon. WAAAH! WAAAH! WAAAH!"

"She wants the balloon," Mac said. "Go and get it."

Ian, seeing he had no choice, climbed the tree and grabbed hold of the balloon by the string. He climbed down and handed it to Mac. "Molly, you can have the balloon, but you must hold hands with Uncle Ian, so you donít fly into the air again. All right?" She smiled as he tied the balloon around her wrist. She started to float into the sky but Ian grabbed her. "Donít let go!" Mac ordered.

"Iím hungry," Molly said, rubbing her tummy.

"All right, weíll go and find something for you. Iím a bit hungry myself," Ian said. They walked towards the popcorn vendor.

POP! The balloon exploded. "WAAAH! WAAAH! WAAAH!" Molly screamed at the top of her lungs. "My balloon popped!"

"It was the branch of that tree that did it, Molly. Stop crying. Weíll get you something to eat," Mac said.

"Food! Food!" Molly laughed.

"She sounds just like you," Mac said, looking at Ian.

They picked up a few pieces of popcorn. "Stay here, Molly," Ian said. He put her down and started picking up more popcorn. They gathered an armful each. "Here you go, Molly," Ian said. "Molly? Molly? Where did she go this time?"

Mac frowned, "Not again. Where is that little raccoon?" They searched all around the bushes, under the popcorn vendorís cart and behind the Tilt-A-Whirl. "Yikes!"

"What? Did you find her?" Ian asked.

"Sheís in the cotton candy machine," Mac said. They ran over to it. There sat Molly, wrapped up in pink cotton candy. Mac lifted the lid and pulled her out. They ran into the bushes. "Och, Molly. Look at you. Youíre covered with sticky, sugary goo and now I am too."

Ian was picking bits off of the two raccoons. "Yum," he said, licking his fingers.

"Weíre going to have to find a stream and wash off," Mac said. They walked down the hill. "Here we go. Molly, wash yourself off." He put her down and she climbed into the stream. Mac began to splash water on himself. Ian bent over and took a drink of water. When Ian and Mac turned around, Molly was floating down the stream, holding onto a log. "YIKES!"

Ian and Mac ran through the water and chased the floating log. "Grab her," Ian said.

"Iím trying. Sheís moving too quickly," Mac answered. The log floated towards the side of the stream and got wedged in the reeds. Mac grabbed Molly and held her tightly. "Iíve had enough. This is too much of a worry. Letís go home!"

"WAAAH! WAAAH! WAAAH!" Molly screamed the whole way back to Ian and Macís tree.

As they climbed to the top branch, Molly fell asleep. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"Thank goodness," Mac said. He looked over at Ian. He was asleep too. "Might as well join them!" He curled up in a ball and fell asleep, like the others.

Tomorrow was another day! What new adventures would they find themselves having?


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