Blood, thick and gaudy red, dripped down the sculpted plastic muzzle.
“Pony bit me Mama!” A little girl’s pained shriek cut though the familiar monotony. A distraught mother cradled the girl in her arms.
The rent a guard scratched his head as the mall crowd grew, observing the carnage. She fell, caught her hand in the carousel horse’s mouth is all. Troubled brown eyes studied the mangled hand pressed tight against her small chest.
Just an accident. But the painted, jewel bright orbs seemed to glint with wicked amusement as the horse circled round again.
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