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The music sang clearly through the air. Laughter came from everywhere, the sky was a bright blue, children running amid the adults. It was a fair in a small town, somewhere off the high ways of life, tucked into it's own little corner, away from the rest of the world.

It was a marvel to see. Obsticle courses littered the fair grounds, the ferris wheel sent you up to dizzying heights, but the best part stood in the middle of it all, going round and round. The music played softly and tinkled like a music box. The old carousel wasn't just part of the fair, it was part of the town. It was beautifly carved and painted, the smooth motions of it could rock you to sleep.

A small boy stood by the edge