The Great Pie Eating Contest!
Banners flapped, music blared, and the scent of fresh-baked pies drifted across the midway. Long tables were set up beneath the striped tents, each one stacked high with pies of every kind: apple, cherry, pecan, blueberry, cream, and a few of mysterious origin that no one could quite identify.
The crowd gathered eagerly. Contestants took their seats, tucking napkins under their chins, and at the signal each was handed a pie of their very own. For a moment it seemed like this would be a classic contest, heads down, hands behind backs, faces diving straight into sticky, sugary filling.
But then something changed. Maybe it was the ducks honking encouragement from the sidelines, maybe it was the glint in someone’s eye, or maybe the fair’s chaotic spirit simply got the better of them. Whatever the cause, the first pie never reached a mouth. It sailed through the air instead, splattering across its intended target with a glorious, gooey smack.
The crowd roared, and suddenly, every contestant looked down at the pies in their hands. Eating seemed far less interesting than throwing. The contest was over before it began, replaced by a full-scale pie battle, the midway ringing with laughter, shrieks, and the unmistakable sound of pastry meeting face.
By the end, the judges could only shrug, wiping stray filling from their own clothes. The official rules had been forgotten, but a new challenge had taken shape.
Each player may choose one other player to throw a pie at during Day 5.
Who will be the most splattered of all?