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Descriptive Essay On The Fair

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Cock-a-doodle-dooo! Is what the rooster said when I had first stepped inside of the poultry barn at the Wisconsin Valley Fair. For as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to show something at the fair, and my mind was set, after firmly debating about pigs, I would be showing chickens. It all really started when I was about six or seven, when my family and I went to the fair. It didn’t matter that showing wasn’t going on, I just wanted to see all of the animals. I was the most fascinated by the pigs. The way they look, sleep, and eat. The whole ride home, I was talking about how much I wanted to show pigs, but then, out of nowhere, my dad came in with the whole “we can’t keep pigs, we don’t have a place for them.”
Then I replied to him, “we have the barn, how come we can’t put pigs in there.”
Of course, he had an immediate counter answer, “the barn is; damp, somewhat moldy, and falling down. We can’t hold animals in there! Plus with pigs, they’ll rub up on everything, and knock everything over, and eat everything!”
“Well, I guess if we have chickens, and know how to take care of them, I guess I could show them at the fair,” I grumbled. Besides, I knew that eventually I was going to lose the fight, so why keep it going when I could just show something at the fair like I’ve always wanted to.
In order to take something to the fair, you need to enroll in 4-H. In 4-H, you have a club, mine is Kountry Kousins, and it’s kind of like a second family. Each project has a

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