The Fun House

You must go to the fun house! It is the carnival’s best thing! My children said. I pictured whimsical trees, pink birdies and lollipops eating sweetbread. I slowed down my steps when we got there, it was frightening instead. Terrorized completely, as an electric saw came toward me I quickly fled. That is the fun of it, my children yelled after my departing head. But I was home, hiding under the safety of my lovely queen bed.