Everyone wins a stuffed animal in my grey matter

There is the kind of carnival with a bright neon ferris wheel and noisy bumper cars near the a dizzy making octopus ride spinning around inside my head. It is complete with an unadvertised freak show going on behind the concession tents and peanut shells litter the ground. There is a brown bear wearing a party hat that rides around on a tricycle. He is not a very happy bear but his hat is not as hot as the one he wore back in Russia. The bear has long since forgotton the smell of the forrest or how to forage for berries. He yearns for cotton candy with a child center. And there is a wack a mole game there too, but just one.