Chapter 17

           WhentheypulledintotheFairGrounds,theycouldhearmusicandseetheFerriswheelturninginthesky.Theycouldsmellthedustoftheracetrackwherethesprinklingcarthadmoistenedit;andtheycouldsmellhamburgersfryingandseeballoonsaloft.Theycouldhearsheepblattingintheirpens.Anenormousvoiceovertheloudspeakersaid:"Attention,please!

           WilltheownerofaPontiaccar,licensenumberH-2439,pleasemoveyourcarawayfromthefireworksshed!"

           "CanIhavesomemoney?"askedFern.

           "CanI,too?"askedAvery.

           "I’mgoingtowinadollbyspinningawheelanditwillstopattherightnumber,"saidFern.

           "I’mgoingtosteerajetplaneandmakeitbumpintoanotherone."

           "CanIhaveaballoon?"askedFern.

           "CanIhaveafrozencustardandacheeseburgerandsomeraspberrysodapop?"askedAvery.

           "Youchildrenbequiettillwegetthepigunloaded,"saidMrs.Arable.

           "Let’sletthechildrengooffbythemselves,"suggestedMr.Arable."TheFaironlycomesonceayear."Mr.ArablegaveFerntwoquartersandtwodimes.HegaveAveryfivedimesandfournickels."Nowrunalong!"hesaid."Andremember,themoneyhastolastallday.Don’tspenditallthefirstfewminutes.Andbebackhereatthetruckatnoontimesowecanallhavelunchtogether.Anddon’teatalotofstuffthat’sgoingtomakeyousicktoyourstomachs."

           "Andifyougointhoseswings,"saidMrs.Arable,youhangontight!Youhangonverytight.Hearme?"

           "Anddon’tgetlost!"saidMrs.Zuckerman.

           "Anddon’tgetdirty!"

           "Don’tgetoverheated!"saidtheirmother.