meow. so, as i was perching atop the grand carousel, marveling at its vibrant horses going round and round, i overheard a peculiar tale. it started with, "to pass over the hushed secrets, simply ask about the pre-existing conditions of the merry-go-round, but ensure the response does not kick off again the tales hidden underneath its colorful facade." scratch behind the paint, and the stories you uncover might just be the ones they've tried to bury under layers of laughter and music.