South Park Fangirl Farm

Date: 11/2/2016

So we were on some kind of school trip to this place - a farm, with a little cafe jutting out over the water, a petting zoo, and carriage rides that you controlled yourself. Me and this one boy were dead set on getting a carriage through the woods together. When a carriage came through the yard where we were waiting, we exchanged a surreptitious glace and prepared to run off on our friends. However, they had other ideas. Okay, so the way the carriages worked was you waited for the previous passengers too get out, then you got in and the carriage somehow magically would follow this large white duck, who had somehow been trained to know the trails through the woods. My friend Abbie darted forward and snatched the duck off the ground to guarantee us the carriage. It was only as I was climbing in and attempting to get the seat next to the boy that I turned around and realised she'd put the duck down by her feet whilst paying for the carriage, and the duck had escaped into the water by yhe cafe, floating by the window. Through the window I could see other classmates milling around, seemingly excited about something. Abboe realised her mistake and grinned at me, wading out into the water up to her knees and grabbing the duck. Just as me, the boy, Abbie and I think Rachael were about to get into the carriage, a big scrum of people tumbled out of the cafe announcing some sort of treasure hunt - ironically, going through the woods. So we abandoned the cart and joined the large group, leading them up the path. The path was lined with dense brushland and trees, blocked off to us by tall green gates, much like the gates of my high shool. As we walked, I noticed hats and jackets hanging from the fence - a green ushanka, a red and blue poofball. Jumping, I grabbed the poofball and attempyed to jam it over my head, but it was too small. I handed it to a boy walking past me and turned to the fence once more, scanning the various South Park merchandise hung atop it. I spotted a Craig Tucker hat and coat, hung way way up, and looked around feverishly for someone tall who could reach it for me. Weirdly enough, I saw a human version of Craig himself, lanky and looking moody and bored with the walk, and ran immediately over to him. With a hurried jumble of words, I remember pointing up to the coat and hat with pleading wide eyes. Craig looked up, expressionless, and snagged the jacket down, handing it to me before walking on. I shrugged on the jacket and set off in search of a hat. It wasn't long before I came across a hat clearly meant for Butters and a Cartman hat. Turning to see how far behind the group were from me, I saw Ben Hart watching me, gesturing at my coat and looking impressed. I pointed upwards to draw his attention to the hats and he ran over as I pulled them from the top of the fence. I pulled on the Butters hat put it pulled too snug against my head and so I handed it to Ben instead. He laughed when I put on the Cartman hat and it fit perfectly. The group eventually reached the end of the main road and reached a cul de sac, houses arranged in a circle all around and a single straggly path leading past the big lake beyong some trees. We stopped, debating which way we were supposed to go.