“I’d love to try MAX!” Amy suggested after pondering for a moment. “It’s supposed to be the second best coaster here!”

“Sounds like a plan!” her dad smiled. “Should we get the train again?”

“Nah.” Amy shrugged. “The lines will have built up now anyway. We might as well walk and take in some of the scenery as we go!” The trio set off through the increasingly crowded park, first wandering the medieval market and checking out some of the games and snacks on offer, although they were not ready to eat anything yet, especially if they would soon be going on another coaster. Then they wandered into the next “land”, which included the fun-fair. “What’s that all about?” asked Amy, frowning a little and pointing at a little booth close to the exit of the carousel which, instead of horses and other exotic animals, included stew pots, padded spits to lay astride, burger and hotdog buns to sit inside and all sorts of other cartoonish-proportioned fibreglass models designed to make the riders look like food.

Her parents looked in the direction she pointed and saw a little booth manned by two smiling assistants in the generic park uniform, both of whom seemed to be chatting happily to different families with naked Sidney girls and explaining something by pointing to clip-boards. Beside the booth, in which could be seen a small table covered in brochures and Sidney’s merch, including two preserved heads of young girls – one trophy and one “Happy Ending” toy, was a large banner loudly proclaiming the offer “Your Admission Fee Refunded and More!” Amy was starting to walk towards to it get a better look when her mum put a hand on her shoulder.

“Wait!” She said, urgently enough to make Amy stop in her tracks.

“What is it?” the sweet ten year old asked innocently, looking up at her mum.

“Those are meat recruiters!” her mum explained. “They’re trying to get girls to sign up to be cooked for real!”

“Ooh I see!” Amy nodded slowly. She looked at the other girls dressed like her stood talking to the recruiters, one seemed to be happily singing the paperwork to the smiling approval of her parents. The other was looking less sure but not, as far as she could tell, giving a firm no to the proposition. As she watched, she could not help pondering how she felt about the idea. She was certainly not against the idea in principal, in fact she more or less assumed she’d end up on the menu sooner or later and was quite happy with that, although she had always imagined it would be a family party or cooking for her friends rather than in a restaurant or even a theme park, fun as that might be.

“Well let’s not be hasty!” her dad teased, winking at his daughter to make it clear that he was joking. “This trip is pretty expensive, if there’s a way of getting some of our money back…” His wife scolded him with a light slap on the arm and shook her head in disapproval but Amy giggled.

“Ah but if you sell me to the park, you don’t get a taste of this!” She turned and stuck out her round backside in his direction and gave it a smack. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on that, would you?”

“Good point!” laughed her dad. “Come on, let’s keep going!” The carried on through the park, spotting two more such booths before they reached the MAX building with its burger stand out front. As much as she preferred girl-meat to boy, Amy could not deny that the smells coming from it were pretty good!

The two lines for the ride started outside and, like elsewhere, the general line was much longer than the Sidney Express line. It felt to Amy as if there were other naked girls like here everywhere she looked, so many that the Express line should maybe have been longer than the general, and yet that was clearly not the case! She supposed that the naked girls all being effectively in the same outfit made it seem like there were more of them as a proportion of the park guests than there really were, like if ten percent of the visitors wore the same fluorescent yellow beanie hat, she would likely spot them everywhere. As they joined the Express line, she wondered how many girls, out of all those who visited every day, really did come Sidney style. The line moved quickly and it did not take long before they were inside.

The queue and boarding area for this coaster seemed to be a recreation of a MAX restaurant. The main body of the queue took place in the kitchen which was full of gleaming steel and populated, as the castle kitchen of the Rotisserie had been, with an assortment of static animatronic figures. Instead of the medieval cooks, kitchen assistants and peasant girls this time, however, they depicted ultra-modern chefs and naked meat-boys from the ages of around ten up to fourteen.

In one area three teens were showering, watched over by a pretty but severe-looking young woman chef, tapping her foot impatiently with her arms folded, waiting for her ingredients to be ready. A little further along, a butcher was gutting a headless carcass, hung next to three others which had already been cleaned and were ready for parting. Amy giggled as she noticed that all the meat-boys had erections and she wondered if that was a true reflection of reality and, if so, the thought of being cooked really was that exciting to them or if they were given or injected with something to ensure that there was plenty of special sausage to go around!

On a counter, a younger boy was being prepped for the oven while a group of teens watched from the steaming pot behind. Over in the far corner, a group of five boys of mixed ages were in the process of undressing, one with his back to the queuing guests repeatedly pulling down his underwear then putting it back up.

“He must be shy!” Amy giggled, pointing him out to her mum. Most of the other girls in the line seemed to be giggling and pointing at the naked boys, enjoying the sight even if they were just mannequins, although Amy couldn’t help observing that while the boys seemed aroused by seeing all the naked girls in the previous ride, the girls and women on the whole seemed to just find the naked boys amusing.

The loading area for the ride, they discovered upon going through the door into the next section, the two lines side by side but divided by a metal railing, represented the restaurant itself. The loading platform for the ride was in the public cooking area where three boys could be seen turning on spits and three others sat waving from a stew pot. The rest of the room looked just like the inside of a MAX restaurant and was populated by animatronic diners of various demographics. At first, Amy wondered why there were no ovens in the public cooking area since she was sure there would be in a real MAX, echoing Sidney’s, but then she realised – the entrance to the ride itself, a completely enclosed coaster in near darkness, was a giant oven! A large pane of glass, illuminated from the sides by a warm, orange light, a giant oven door, blocked off the entrance to the ride itself. Thumping rock music played quite loud all around them and soon Amy and her family reached the front of the line.

This time, as luck would have it, the train was three seats wide so Amy and her parents could sit together. Getting the front row again, she opted to go in the middle with her mum on her right and her dad on her left. These seats were metallic silver and Amy supposed that the ride vehicle was meant to look like a roasting pan, since they were about to be sent into the oven. As before, the attendant checked the restraints and gave the signal to the operator that the riders were ready. In front of Amy and her parents, the huge oven door began to rise, smoke billowing from the dark expanse beyond. Once it was fully open, the ride was launched.

This time, however, the ride did not start with a slow ascent, rather the train was shot forward at full speed as if out of a cannon and there was no let-up for the entire ride. Technically, this coaster was far less wild and with fewer spins but the darkness, flashing lights and loud music made it feel just as intense. It was great to have such a variety of rides within the park, even among those of basically the same kind. Due to the design of the ride vehicles, there was no intense rush of air between Amy’s legs this time but the buzz of pure adrenaline more than made up for it and by the time the ride came to a stop, back in the artificial cooking area which once again had delicious cooking smells pumped in for effect, Amy’s heart was pounding and her face bore an ear-to-ear grin.

“That was amazing!” the ten year old gushed as they walked outside. “What shall we do next?”

“Can it be something gentle this time?” her mum asked with a slight chuckle. “I could do with a bit of a change of pace?”

“Good idea!” Amy agreed. “How about that fairytale river ride?”

“Oh yes, sounds good!” her dad smiled and her mum nodded in agreement. “Plus, if the timing works out, we’d be in the right part of the park to watch the parade!”

“Oh yeah!” Amy jumped in delight. “I don’t want to miss that!”

“Then after that, I should think it would be time for some lunch!” Amy’s mum observed as they made their way through the park to the wooded area which included the fairytale boat ride. There were various figures and dioramas to look at along the way too, and yet another recruitment booth.

“They’re really into this whole sign-up thing!” Amy’s dad remarked, seeing another pair of sisters, maybe ten and twelve years old, with lovely juicy-looking rumps, happily scribbling their names on the forms which converted them instantly, legally-speaking, from people to livestock. “I guess the setting really puts girls in the mood?” He glanced at his daughter but she didn’t seem to be paying any attention to the booth or the girls signing up there.

“Here we are!” Amy grinned as they reached the entrance to the ride. This one had a rustic wooden archway leading to an outdoor queuing area with just a single line. The ride was popular enough but had great capacity and was not one of the big thrill rides so Amy supposed the park had not thought a Sidney Express line was necessary. Barely five minutes after joining the back of the queue they were on the rotating platform and being ushered towards one of the fibreglass boats, moulded and painted to look like hollowed-out logs. Soon everyone was comfortable, Amy in the front row of course, with an empty seat beside her while her parents sat side by side, happily holding hands and relaxing in the row behind with the back row behind them left empty and they were off down the Fairytale River!

Quite quickly, the format of the ride became apparent. The first few figures in amongst the real trees and shrubbery on the banks of the artificial river depicted various story characters at the beginning of their tales. The first to be seen was Red Riding Hood, wearing nothing but some sturdy walking boots and her red cloak, on her way to her Grandma’s house where she would be butchered and her meat hung in Grandma’s smokehouse to see her through the winter. She was cheerfully swinging her basket which contained some wine, salt and herbs to go with her meat, not realising that the Big Bad Wolf was watching her from his hiding place in the bushes. Around the next bend, the Three Bears could be seen, enjoying a walk in the forest while their porridge cooled. Further on was a skinny, naked girl holding a sign advertising that she was for sale and an old man was offering her a bag of beans which Amy knew he was promising would help her fatten to be a more attractive prospect for someone to buy.

Amy squealed with delight when she saw the real live rabbits hopping around close to Hansel and Gretel in their lederhosen. As the ride continued, she saw Red Riding Hood again but this time she was chatting happily to the wolf and proudly holding open her cloak to show off the meat she was delivering to her beloved Grandma. Then the Three Bears’ cottage came into view with plump little Goldilocks climbing in through the window, her fat little legs kicking and her frilly bloomers on display. Beyond a little patch of trees, on the other side of the river, Jill’s mother was angrily scolding her for having come home without finding a buyer with nothing but a bag of beans. The repeating gestures of her arms made it look as if she was throwing the beans away while waving her finger at her malnourished daughter. The third house to come into view was the forest witch’s gingerbread house covered in different candies with the chubby, greedy siblings climbing on it and taking bites.

The boat then passed under a small wooden bridge over which the Gingerbread girl was being chased by an assortment of people and animals and beneath which, quite close to the boat, was lurking an ugly troll munching on a human leg. Amy wondered if younger children might find him scary but she actually thought he looked quite funny and almost cute in a strange way. In his cook-pot by the river bank, another girl was apparently cooking quite happily, raising her leg teasingly as if to say that it was tastier than her sister’s that he was currently munching. The two skulls sat among the other scattered bones on the ground suggested that she was the third and final sister, the last to be eaten.

After the bridge, the main stories picked up again – a giant beanstalk stretched up above the trees with the naked figure of Jill climbing it. Under its shadow, the wolf was leaving Grandma’s house with a bulging sack over his shoulder. Unbeknownst to him, the bag had popped open and Grandma’s head would repeatedly pop up and look around in surprise before sinking back down again. From her knowledge of the story, Amy knew that he was taking her to throw in the river so she’d not get in his way and stop him eating Red Riding Hood.

A cutaway of the Three Bears’ cottage showed Goldilocks sitting on Baby Bear’s bed, messily guzzling porridge from a bowl on her lap, a smashed chair very noticeable in the background while in the Gingerbread house, the kindly witch was explaining to the children how hungry she was, since she could only eat children and she lived too far out in the forest to befriend any who might let her eat them. Amy felt a little tingle between her legs as she looked at the huge oven in the witch’s kitchen! Completing the trinity of cut-away cottages, a glimpse inside Grandma’s cottage showed Red Riding Hood showing off her meat to who she thought was her Grandma in bed, tucked up under the covers with a night-cap and reading glasses. Of course it was obvious to everyone but her that it was not Grandma in the bed at all but the Big Bad Wolf!

Up ahead were a series of tunnels, long bridges really covered with grass and shrubbery over which the rabbits hopped and birds pecked around for seeds or worms. Beneath these bridges were more scenes from inside the respective cottages but taking the riders right through the middle of them to allow them to see all around. From inside her modest and run-down cottage, Jill’s mother was watching her through the window, seeing her suddenly much chubbier daughter climbing the beanstalk. Since it had been one of her favourite bedtime stories as a very little girl, Amy knew exactly what was going on.

Jill and her mother lived alone in a cottage at the edge of the woods. They were so very poor, they could barely afford to live. One day, Jill’s mother decided she could no longer afford to keep her and sent her to market to raise a little bit of money. Jill tried her best to sell her meat for her mother but she was so bony that nobody was interested. When evening came and she was still unsold she was approached by a mysterious old man who gave her a small bag of beans, saying that they would help her fatten so that she could raise a good price.

When she got home, as they had seen depicted in one of the set-pieces on the ride, her mum had been angry and thrown the beans away. That night, both had gone home hungry but in the morning, they found that a giant beanstalk had grown in the garden. The beans on it were not ready to eat yet so Jill’s mother had sent her to market again. This time, however, Jill had waited until her mother went back inside after seeing her off then snuck back and, instead of going to the market, had climbed the beanstalk.

At the top she had found herself in a magical land full of enchanted animals and objects and luscious fruit trees, some of which were covered not with normal fruit but cakes, sweets and big balls of chocolate! In the middle of this land was a lovely castle. Upon exploring it, Jill met the Giant and his wife who lived there. They welcomed her and told her they were planning a special meal for the Giant’s party but did not have a girl to cook yet. They promised that if she agreed to be their dinner in one week’s time, they would help her fatten and give her mother enough gold that she need never go hungry again! Jill had agreed and had tucked into the delicious meal they offered and had gone home that night with a big bundle of food to share with her mother.

Wanting to keep it a surprise, Jill had not told her mother the truth about how she had spent the day. Instead she had gone home and said that, although she was still too skinny for anyone to buy, various kind people had given her food to help her fatten. Although a little disappointed that her daughter had gone unsold for a second day, her mother was pleased to see all the food and they had eaten well together that night. In the morning, Jill had gained some weight and her mum sent her off again, hoping that she would not be big enough to sell. Once again, Jill had climbed the beanstalk and spent the day with the giants, coming back once more with a sack full of food. This happened again and again and again, every day that week, with Jill getting fatter with every day that passed until she was a plump and delicious piglet fit for the King’s own table and yet she continued to claim that she had failed to find a buyer and had been given food to help with her fattening.

On the last day of the week, suspicious that her daughter was not telling her the truth, Jill’s mother watched out the window and saw her climbing the beanstalk instead of heading off to market as she’d been told. After waiting a few minutes, she began to climb up after her and soon found herself in the magical kingdom above the clouds. There she too met the Giant and his wife who told her about the arrangement they had made with her daughter and invited her to the feast. Jill was roasted and her meat very much enjoyed then her mum was sent home with more gold and jewels than she had ever dreamed of and lived happily ever after, the giant beanstalk in her garden a permanent reminder of her sweet and delicious daughter!

The little boat sailed on out of the first tunnel and in a little recess at the side of the river, a passing huntsman, his axe across his shoulder, was helping Red Riding Hood’s Grandma out of her sack which bobbed in the river.

The next tunnel showed the inside of the gingerbread house where Gretel, naked now, was preparing her brother in a pie. Next to the pie dish was a large roasting pan that she would climb into once she was done helping the witch prepare her brother. A shiny red apple and two large carrots on the kitchen table foreshadowed her fate. After another little patch of sunshine, they found themselves inside Grandma’s cottage where the wolf was sleeping off a large meal on the bed. An illuminated, transparent panel in his belly showed Red Riding Hood, swallowed whole, pushing up on his belly and trying to find a way out. Within the final tunnel, Baby Bear was sat on the floor crying over his broken chair and empty porridge bowl while plump and apologetic little Goldilocks, standing naked now, her clothes strewn messily over the smallest bed, offered herself as a replacement for the meal she had spoiled.

They emerged into the light once more and the boat continued along the river, between the trees and the carefully cultivated natural beauty of this little woodland, with no characters other than the rabbits, birds and squirrels. Then as the boat rounded another corner and began the final stretch back towards the constantly rotating loading dock, they began to pass the conclusions to the stories.

First was Grandma’s smokehouse outside her cottage where the huntsman was butchering Red Riding Hood while Grandma stood watching, stroking her new wolfskin blanket which would keep her warm through the winter while she enjoyed her granddaughter’s meat. Next were the Three Bears sat at their table, enjoying a hearty meal of roast Goldilocks. The final two scenes were great parties blending into one another, first the witch and her woodland friends enjoying the Hansel pie and roast Gretel, now golden brown with an apple in her mouth and carrots in both her other holes, then blending seamlessly to the Giant’s party where everyone feasted upon delicious roast Jill. The whole scene had a wonderful celebratory air, ending the ride on a high and happy note as the boat docked and Amy and her parents got off.

“That was lots of fun!” grinned Amy. “Now let’s go find a good spot to watch the parade!”

There were already quite a few people waiting along the route of the parade. It happened three times a day but, with so much else to see and enjoy at the park, most guests only got to watch it once so good spots were highly sought after. Still, by being prepared to walk a little further and not giving up as many families who were starting to form the second row, negotiating with those in front to allow their smaller children to push forward seemed to have done, they were able to find a clear spot where Amy could stand right up against the temporary safety fence to enjoy the spectacle.

It was not long before the crowd behind her was four or five rows deep. Her parents stood behind her, allowing some other children to move in front of her but stubbornly blocking the pushier adults who expected to be able to elbow their way to the front. There were places along the way, they had noticed, where children with front row spaces had been displaced by loud, obnoxious, camera-wielding adults and they were not about to let that happen to Amy! Their gregarious daughter, they were pleased to notice, was happily chatting with the slightly younger children either side of her – a boy on her left and his sister on her right. The boy, who looked to be around six years old, was wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a big picture of Spider-Man on it but his eight year old sister was dressed quite similarly to Amy, except that her hat was more of the party shop variety and her boots were regular rubber boots that had been spray-painted and bedazzled, probably by the girl herself with perhaps a little help from her mum. Whoever had been responsible for them had done a good job and the tops had even been carefully cut to match the shape of Sidney’s trademark boots.

Although the upbeat music could be heard in the distance, the first part of the parade they actually saw were the security personnel in their high-vis vests and head-set microphones, walking to route ahead of the parade proper to make sure that there were no obstructions, nobody on the wrong side of the fence or sat on it, which could be dangerous both for them and the performers in the parade. Next came a swarm of grinning, pink-shirted recruiters, handing out flyers to every kid in sight, especially those dressed Sidney-style!

“I’ll take that, I think!” Amy’s mum said a little crisply as Amy looked in slight confused at the colourful piece of glossy paper thrust into her hand. She took it from her daughter and folded it neatly before slipping it into her handbag. “Oh but perhaps you want this?” She took out Amy’s phone and passed it to her. The excited ten year old quickly checked and replied to her messages then opened her camera to capture the highlights of the parade. The music was getting louder now as the parade came closer then, all of a sudden, the first performers rounded the corner and came into view.

The music, or at least the first part of is, was being provided by a marching band in pink, white and silver uniforms, their instruments decorated to match. Each jacket and hat had a large, gold letter S emblazoned on it in the familiar font of the Sidney’s logo, modelled on Sidney Roebuck’s autograph. It was who was in front of them, however, leading the parade, who were attracting most of the attention.

The parade was led by sixteen gorgeous, athletic young girls, arranged by age with the youngest at the front, aged ten or eleven, and the oldest and therefore tallest, fourteen or fifteen years old, at the back. All sixteen were naked apart from matching hat and boots, their toned bodies oiled and gleaming. All had perfect, white-teethed grins and twirled batons as they marched. At first Amy thought it was odd that they all had blonde hair, despite their mix of ethnicities and skin-tones but then she realised, feeling a little dumb that she had not spotted it straight away, that they were all wearing matching blonde curly wigs as part of their costumes!

Behind them was the first float. It featured a giant animatronic of a cute, freckled, red-haired girl in a stew pot, waving and grinning as steam rose around her. Arranged in a circle around the base of her pot, slowly orbiting it and turning on their own axis at the same time were five more conventionally-sized cook-pots, each with five grinning, waving and very much real girls inside. There did not seem to be any real heat beneath them, the steam created by the same special effect as on the rides, and Amy wondered if they were real meat-girls getting a last treat before harvest or whether they were simply models like the majorettes at the start of the parade. Either way, it looked as if they were having the time of their lives and she waved back enthusiastically between snapping photographs on her phone.

Next came a team of gymnasts, as naked as the Majorettes but all around twelve or thirteen, their hair up in tight buns under their clipped-on hats and their boots actually a kind of sock with a ballet shoe over the foot designed for flexibility as they showed off their stunts. Amy noticed that they were also wearing fingerless pink and silver gloves with a little padding on the palm, presumably to make them more comfortable leaping, spinning and tumbling about gracefully on the red-brick road surface. Walking parralel to them were yet more recruiters, their eagle-eyes looking out for any girl not holding a flyer. Amy took a second one for the sake of politeness but, not wanting to litter by dropping it on the floor, passed it straight back to her mum.

The giant figure of the next float was a butchered teenager, hanging in two halves, her hands and feet already missing and hooks through the meat of her calves. Rather comically, her severed head in its stand next to her carcass was grinning and opening and closing its mouth while her eyes moved from side to side. Surrounding this slightly more gory display on a rotating platform were six pairs, dancing and waving, one a naked girl, all of whom looked to be around fourteen to sixteen, their hair up and bodies marked up for butchering, and the other a butcher in a pristine white uniform and cap, wielding over-sized rubber cleavers. Three were men and three were women, all above typical harvest age like the marching band.

Behind this float were another band, playing in time with the first so that the music could be heard equally throughout the parade route and almost identical in composition except that their uniforms and instruments were silver, white and blue with bold red Ms on their hats.

It made sense, then, for them to be followed by a float promoting the MAX sub-brand. The animatronic figure on this one was more stylised than the giant but otherwise realistic-looking girls on the others, reflecting the animated style of the mascot and other artwork seen at the restaurants and on their adverting literature. This boy was reclining with one knee bent on a giant roasting pan, smooth and stylised erection pointing straight up while he propped himself up on one arm and waved with the other, his grinning head turning from side to side. There was no rotating platform this time but naked boys, the youngest around twelve and the oldest fifteen or sixteen danced and waved down both sides as well as the front and back. They were all toned and athletic-looking like the marching and gymnast girls and all hard as rocks! Amy remembered her speculation the queue for the MAX ride as she watched the erect willies jiggle up and down as their owners gyrated and concluded that these performers must have been given something to keep them in that state and decided it quite likely that the meat-boys did too, the ones who were going to be cooked in public or shown before slaughter at least.

Accompanying this float were another batch of recruiters but in a different uniform this time and handing their flyers not to the girls in the crowd but to the boys instead. Amy glanced over as the boy beside her gave his a cursory skim before shoving it in the pocket of his shorts but did not want to waste time that could be better spent checking out and snapping photos of the naked boys.

Another team of majorettes followed, bewigged as the first had been, and behind them was probably the longest of all the floats depicting a girl of around eleven or twelve with cute budding little tits stretched out on a spit and turning over glowing orange plastic coals. If she had been unsure whether the real girls on the other floats had been meat-girls or models, there could be no mistake this time! Either side of the giant girl were twelve regular spits, six on each side, on each of which were mounted real and delicious-looking girls of various ages, fully impaled, stabilised and cuffed at each end and turning, although they too seemed to be mounted above artificial coals which glowed but gave off no heat. Clearly, after the parade was over, they would be taken on their spits to various eateries around the park where spit-roast girl was served, likely one of the three Sidney’s on side or one of the smaller barbecue shacks. This suggested to Amy that the other girls and boys on the float were likely to be on the menu very soon too. Did all the meat cooked in the park get to join in the parade at least once, she wondered? Or did they choose the best-looking boys and girls? Perhaps it was only the best-looking applicants who were picked to cook in the park itself with others referred to the various other Sidney’s-owned restaurant and diner chains which now included Jessie T’s, MAX and the recently-launched fine-dining chain aimed at a wealthy and adult audience rather than families, La Fille.

Another marching band and team of gymnasts came between this float and the final one on which stood an enormous statue of Sidney Roebuck in her trademark hat and boots and nothing else, this set coloured white with gold accents and clear rhinestones, turning her head and waving at her adoring public. The dancers on this float all appeared to be natural blondes and chosen for their natural resemblance to the famous girl, waving with both hands and flaunting their delicious young bodies in their outfits which exactly matched the giant figure. This float market the end of the parade and, although yet another team of recruiters followed at the back, this time with both sets of flyers, the crowd had already started to move away and the parade trundled on along the brick road to delight the next section of audience.

“Wow!” Amy gushed as she handed her phone back to be safely stashed away in her mum’s bag once more. “That was amazing! But now I’m really hungry!”

“I don’t know about you,” her dad chuckled, “but I could really go for some Jessie T’s ribs with their sticky barbecue sauce!”

“Sounds good to me!” her mum grinned. “I hear their burgers are amazing too! Okay with you?” she smiled down at her daughter who could honestly never remember having ever been happier than she was right then.

“Count me in!” Amy grinned. “So… That was just our first morning here,” she observed as they made their way towards the diner, walking between her parents and happily holding their hands, “and we’ve got two whole days! I can’t wait to explore what else the park has to offer!”

The End… For now...