LorryBorne
Every town has its fair. Ours had jam jars, towel angels, and a Ferris wheel that spun like a plum-scented prophecy. But this year, the Richmond River Carnival met its match.
Carl and Ivy weren't troublemakers. They were storymakers. Armed with glitter cannons, plum muffins, and one very questionable clipboard, they turned tradition into mischief and mayhem-without a single bruise, just a trail of frosting and feathers.
From sabotaged pie vans to bunting rope swings, from melted candle tents to boats drifting like secrets, this is the tale of two sovereign spirits who didn't break the fair... They redecorated it.
And somewhere behind the compost bins, Granddad sipped his tea and whispered,
"This is going to cost me an arm and a leg."