Ring Toss

Beaming from ear to ear, the goggle-clad child had been having the time of her life exploring the carnival. Whatever fears, worries, or sadness that lingered in her lonely heart ebbed away as the distractions of the festival lured her in. Zoey’s gaze sparkled, watching the coydogs nimbly scamper about and arrange the most wonderful games and food and prizes. She didn’t know where to begin! Her little legs carried her from booth to booth, place to place, she had never seen so many wolves having fun all together! It certainly helped her loneliness, particularly being around a lot of pups her age here, too. She was enjoying the sights and letting her mind observe the interesting hybrid creatures running the booths when she suddenly came across a game she knew she absolutely had to play. Tail wagging a mile a minute, the russet child listened to the warrior-looking coydog’s words, practically wiggling with enthusiasm for her turn. When she could finally step up, she picked a ring - a bright yellow, one of her favorite colors - and padded backwards, pausing a decent distance and eyeing the dowels with a joyous, ambitious sparkle in her eyes. Well, no time like the present - let ‘em rip! She tossed the ring with decent precision towards the dowels, not caring if she won or lost (but hoping she’d win all the same), bouncing up and down with anticipation. She was just so happy, and this csrnival was super amazing!

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