5 cents each or 15 / 50 cents. “I’ll take sixty please.”
The balloon barker was a large fellow. He could hold two hundred balloons and not budge an inch, but the Attleson’s boy? The Attleson’s boys was thin as a bean stalk. He handed over his money, took those balloons in his two hands, and ZIP! Off he went into the air.
It was a steady breeze that day so he made it a good two miles before he thought to let go of a balloon or two. He loosed a few more and finally landed in John Southwick’s sorghum field. If you can believe that.
If you can believe it. Our grandmother believes it. She swears by this story, says it happened when she was a kid herself. Though she lost the newspaper clipping, and wavers on being at the scene or simply hearing about it second hand.
Still, it’s a FUN story, One of our favorites, and we’ve recreated it here in toy story-telling form.
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