Camp ground

The sales girl straightened herself up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea." She said.

The customers subconsciously moved backwards.

"Please, how can I help you? We are just a small paint shop, we have nothing on us and we are liscenced too. I have my license here, I can show it to you...."

"You talk too much, Miss. What is going on here?" Chief Reynolds asked.

"We are having a carnival. It is a four day carnival which started three days ago and ends today." She explained.

Chelsea and her father exchanged glances.

"Really? This carnival thing...how is it like? What happens?" Chelsea questioned.

"It's a way of advertising our products and we've gotten lots of sales. People come here, have picnics, do face paints, finger paints and different things with paints. My sister is over there, she sells marshmallows for the kids. I'd say it's more childlike though, just a few adults actively participate in it." She explained and Chelsea nodded.

"Dad, it's just kids. I don't think Amelia was her