Your descriptions are just so fantastic, some really vivid scenes here, and you balance the art of describing something without stating exactly what it is, and it still coming across so very well. The swell of music, the sensation of the carnival/fair rising and slipping away is just beautiful, and the slow morphing of her seat into a saddle is not only so well told, but a very appropriate way to build on this same element of the first half.

The animals, mythical and real, and the appearance of the old man on the otherside. This bit works so well in portraying beady sharp eyes, but also made me giggle

The eyes were the eyes of a squirrel.

A very appropriate touch with our squirrely host this week. A very impressive ending, and looks like our old man has found a new child to extend his invitation to…