"Go to the fair, Templeton. You will find that the conditions at a fair will surpass your wildest dreams. Buckets with sour mash sticking to them, tin cans containing particles of tuna fish, greasy paper bags stuffed with rotten..."
"That's enough!" cried Templeton. "Don't tell me anymore. I'm going."
~John sidles up to the first of many food stands~
When they pulled into the Fair Grounds, they could hear music and see the Ferris wheel turning in the sky. They could smell the dust of the race track where the sprinkling cart had moistened it; and they could smell the hamburgers frying and see balloons aloft.
~watching the oxen being escorted to the pulling ring~
(The little girl says, "Holy Smokies, those things are huge!")