Royal Winter Fair and other things

This is my first chance to post something about the weekend, it was crazy busy with a couple of events.

On Saturday we went to the Royal Winter Fair, which is celebrating 90 years this year. The last time daddy went to it was when he was in public school, so decades ago. Both of us really wanted to go after daddy found out there were going to be bunnies there, one was a show (if daddy could have been up at 5:00am for 7 days straight, and had enough money he would have entered me into that), the other was bunny hopping (where the bunnies go through a course hopping over jumps ect). I'm far to independent minded to stick to a silly course, and would wonder around jumping over the jumps at random.

I have also realized that I wouldn't be any good at sheep herding, those things are a lot bigger then I thought they were, and my herding method (humping) just wouldn't work with sheep. I also learned that cows are disgusting smelly creatures, I can't believe that daddy likes to drink their milk and eat the meat that comes from them.

We did get me some things from the fair, a new button to show I was actually there, a mini bagpipe (even smaller then the other one I've got). AND after a two year long search we found NESSIE!!!!!!!!!! It wasn't at a Scottish festival either, it was at an agricultural fair, mind you it isn't a stuffed one, it's more of a fridge magnet, but still it's a NESSIE!!!!!!!!!!

Daddy got some stuff for him as well, a wooden walking stick, and two packages of exotic meat pepperettes. One is Camel, and the other package is Kangaroo.

On Sunday we went to an early Remembrance Day ceremony, which remembers the fallen soldiers that gave their lives so that we can live free. Daddy and I would like to pause right now and post two poems that are very near and dear to our hearts.

Impressions of a Pilot

Flight is freedom in its purest form,
To dance with the clouds which follow a storm;
To roll and glide, to wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that swells within;
Should my end come while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day or darkest night;
Spare me your pity and shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge that I'd do it again;
For each of us is created to die,
But within me I know,
I was born to fly.

— Gary Claud Stokor

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

— John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Both of these poems are to commemorate daddy's grandfathers who were in the air force and are sadly no longer with us.

Now back to one of the fun things we did on Sunday, we found something from a very OLD Disney cartoon that predates even Mickey Mouse. We found an Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Christmas tree ornament. Oswald is the original Disney character and predates Mickey by ten years, if it weren't for some back stabbing in the 1920s, it would be Oswald that would be the main stay of Disney. But because Disney lost the rights to him, Walt Disney drew a silly little mouse on the train ride home from New York to Hollywood. Had it not been for his wife we would be calling that little mouse Mortimer, but Mrs Disney didn't like that name and suggested Mickey instead.

Sheep are a lot bigger then I thought

Even the babies are bigger

The bunny jumping

My new pin

My Nessie

My two bagpipers

And finally Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, notice a resemblance to a certain rodent?