The story of the Puppetry Festival

Many years ago there was the puppetry festival, one summer when I was a boy. Grandma Josephine & Uncle Ted were there. Billy Boy and Fred were there two.
Everybody were there at the puppetry festival. Minister Bob and his wife Henrietta, Ebenezor and his magic hand, the Twirwilliger sisters, Flapjak McCreevy, Eddie Baker. Even ol' Jasper was there.
There were many various kinds of puppet shows that day. Ms. Miller's boy upchucked his carrots onto one of the performers during one of em, and we all laughed. Some of em were full of violence and blood. Bleebo, the retarded woodsman couldn't stay for those, else he'd start crying.
So many people were there at the puppetry festival. I thought I saw the local blacksmith, dressed in his robe of trickeries. Momma told me to keep away, and so I did. Michael of the square shaped dale was there, and so was Flibbins, his dog. I knew I spied Betty Mae dancing naked deep within the thicket behind the dark pavillion. I laughed and my best friend Edgar Witinger shushed me, lest she hear us and send curses our way.
The day was drunk with pleasure. Everyone was there at the puppetry festival. I remember I did a handstand, and the blind girl clapped. We tossed a log for sportsmanship, and ate beans and mushrooms as at a picnic in springtime. Miss Edwards caught me in a prank and shook her finger at me, and tempted though I was to give her the eye I remembered my manners.
Lost in the woods was the MacManus child, though we found him soon later. Inkeeper Smith said he had followed the smell of his fear. We walked a ways further though we didn't have to, I commenting nervously that soon we would be out of the clearing and into the fire. "Shush!" said Nervous Nellie, "We haven't gone far, and yet you carry on so," though I was foretold of unwholesome sights awaiting in the salted plain. It wasn't long before darkness arrived, and we headed back.
Crendulous, the Midget was at the puppetry festival. All of the children wanted to shake his hand. But my mom wouldn't let me. An enchantment were came as puppets thrown into the fire. The puppets burning. We encircled the fire and danced around it, singing in the voices of old. I was warned again to stay out of the thicket, though I had thought not to go. Voices came from outside the clearing. I was afraid, but not afraid. There were so many others there, I could not be frightened for long.
So many people there at the puppetry freshtival. Elmer Beedle's dad had a sno cone stand. It was sno cones of many flavours. I think I tried them all.
Some neighbor's kid got caught in a tree, and big Otto had to get him down. I didn't see it, cos I was away in the silent alcove, alone and afraid.
So many people at the puppetry festival. All was well, and soon we would go out into the world, as men of renown. But for the time, we would festivate puppets. So happy...
So happy at the puppetry festival.
I ate some jam. It was Martha Barthengate's prize winning recipe. And there were berries and horsemeat for dinner, which was shared among the villagers, and plenty for everyone.
So many people at the puppetry