"There are mini burlap favor bags burlap-tablecloth here." She heard her little sister say. "What?" "That's what the sign says." Her sister pointed to an old wooden sign with hand-painted words that looked as if they'd come out of the western era. "Who cares." She was in no mood to listen to her sister's ramblings. They'd been lost for hours now out in the middle of nowhere and it was all her fault. If she hadn't wanted to see the circus on that stupid flyer, they wouldn't be in this mess right now.
Letting out a frustrated sigh she tried to focus on their location by their surroundings.
There was nothing but desert from what she could see except for that damn sign that stood oddly out in the middle of it all as if it didn't belong.