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Hummingbird the size of a Shetland pony poises to attack the next small child fool-hardy enough to approach. A sadistic ostrich stands by as back-up - angry eyes scanning for tiny victims.
During my ten revolutions, the music and movement of the carousel began to attract some of the homeless who wandered over and took up seat on the park benches in front of the carousel. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed them on my pink salmon going up-and-down and round-and-round. They had no way of knowing I was Underbelly Guy riding the Merry-go-Round as an existentialist experiment - a hoot, a jape, a jeu d'esprit.
Brilliant excess of color, line, and movement. Fleeting in its satisfaction, like the cotton-candy one might associate with it.
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