The man with the pipe unloaded his truck, watching as, all around him, larger trucks were unloaded. He didn't like the truck; it was a ghastly, ugly thing. But it was functional.
Workers bustled in the empty clearing, putting up some sort of G-force ride he didn't quite understand near the Ferris Wheel. Bag upon bag of stuffed animal prizes were hauled out. A roller coaster was being assembled near the snack stand. It was all coming together.
The man with the pipe whistled happily as he worked. This year would be a good year, he knew. This year would be spectacular.
A sign was hammered into the ground for the haunted corn maze. The man with the pipe had seen it, and the make-up the acting troupe had was quite fantastic.
Yes, this year would be an excellent fair. He loved Halloween, and loved that this year, the fair would coincide with the holiday. It didn't usually. But a decision had come down from on high to move it, the way those decisions always came.
The man with the pipe set his tent aside. All he had was a tent. Back home, it was a curiosity shop, all the way on the other side of the state. Here, he'd need only a tent, and some tables. And hanging lights. He mustn't forget the generator.
It all looked so haphazard right now. But soon it would all come together. Soon it would all be set up, all the lights would light... and the faire would begin.