My sister had a good laugh Friday night at the fair. Actually she roarded with laughter. Her only regret was that the Silver Bees were not there to witness the whole thing and roar along with her.
I get picked out of the crowd to be made a fool of at the pig races. After making some comment about the poor guy that just got selected I was the next victim. In the spirit of good fun I made my way into the ring. After losing the obstacle course race to the other fellow I walked away with my ribbon... knowing in my heart I was the better milker of the fake cow. My sister thought it made for a great laughfest.