October 12th, 1894 - Harvest Festival
Alvin was so used to being roped into anything vaguely Potts-related at this point in his life, that he didn't even attempt to stutter an excuse to get out of helping at the Harvest Festival. Nobody argued with the combination of Laurel Potts, Betty Plunkett and his own mother. There was no saying no and so he didn't even try.
He'd spent most of the morning setting up booths for the vendors and other activities, and by the time the festivities actually started, he was ready for a nap. At present he was sporting a daisy crown that a Potts niece had plopped on his head and he'd promptly forgotten about, rolled up sleeves and an expression of pure exhaustion. The funniest part about it was that the day was hardly half over. Alvin was wondering if he could slink away for a little bit, find a bale of hay or the loft of the barn to sneak away to for a few minutes and catch a power nap.
First a snack, then a nap, he decided. He was due to help with the wagon rides at some time, but he thought he could sneak in what he needed to in order to get through the day. After stopping at the Honeyduke's booth with a hot apple cider and a donut to dunk in it, Alvin was heading toward the barn when a runaway pony caught his attention. The pony rides were on the far side from here, so now he was wondering just who had gotten run over in this process.
"Whoaaa," he said as he jumped in front of the pony (thankfully not a full-sized horse that would in fact trample him), tossing his snack to the ground so he had both hands free. "I don't think you need to be sprinting through here," he said as he caught the pony by the bridle. "You made me lose my snack." He mumbled, looking down at the lost treats glumly.
He'd spent most of the morning setting up booths for the vendors and other activities, and by the time the festivities actually started, he was ready for a nap. At present he was sporting a daisy crown that a Potts niece had plopped on his head and he'd promptly forgotten about, rolled up sleeves and an expression of pure exhaustion. The funniest part about it was that the day was hardly half over. Alvin was wondering if he could slink away for a little bit, find a bale of hay or the loft of the barn to sneak away to for a few minutes and catch a power nap.
First a snack, then a nap, he decided. He was due to help with the wagon rides at some time, but he thought he could sneak in what he needed to in order to get through the day. After stopping at the Honeyduke's booth with a hot apple cider and a donut to dunk in it, Alvin was heading toward the barn when a runaway pony caught his attention. The pony rides were on the far side from here, so now he was wondering just who had gotten run over in this process.
"Whoaaa," he said as he jumped in front of the pony (thankfully not a full-sized horse that would in fact trample him), tossing his snack to the ground so he had both hands free. "I don't think you need to be sprinting through here," he said as he caught the pony by the bridle. "You made me lose my snack." He mumbled, looking down at the lost treats glumly.