A play for Gothic intrigue in 252 square inches. Child eager for a snack seems to have picked the wrong vendor— this place has every kind of cone but ice cream cones. Is the Indian real or wooden? What gives with the man in the cabinet? Why are cones flying through the air? One thing for sure— I wouldn’t let any kid of mine ride that carousel.
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