As fate would have it, all of us were watching the adult talent show (I got fourth prize for my presentation on African sleeping sickness in the youth talent show) at the county fair when it happened. I was sitting with Sheryl and June Bug, and just a few rows away was this boy Wesley, whom I met in the horse barn a couple of days ago. Wesley is supernice, and has the most amazing horse ever, this black stallion named Mick. For some dumb reason (that reason being that June Bug loaned them to me and told me how cute I looked), I chose to wear white shorts that day, and Sheryl was the one to notice when we stood up to clap for this really old farmer who was doing a yodeling thing. I got my predicament publicly announced by Sheryl (whose voice could carry through peat-bog mud, I swear) when she yelled out, “Oh, honey! You’ve started your period.” Her voice bounced off the metal machine shed and probably carried into the next barns, so that all the kids showing cattle, horses, ducks, geese, rabbits, and canned goods were duly informed, as well.
