Stacy Blaze had come to the State Fair every year since she was seven years old, and ten years later she stayed true to the tradition. She tried to ignore the fact that she was so out of place in the crowd of visitors. Unlike most others attending, she was a beautiful brunette with no hint of ever eating a bite of the greasy carnival food they offered.
She roamed the grounds idly, passing amusement rides and dart-throwing games. Stacy had just finished glancing at a craft-sale when she found herself outside the rows of barns that showcased farm animals. The roar of grunts and squeals, not to mention the overwhelming stench of feces, were us
