Since Native Companion was lured here for the day by the promise of free access to high-velocity rides, we make a quick descent into Happy Hollow.
He's far more interested in chatting with Native Companion than with me.
They tend to look at Native Companion like she's food, which she ignores.
Native Companion starts clapping and hopping, though.
There's a distended A-sharp scream from the whirling car, as if Native Companion is being slow-roasted.
Native Companion has her hands on her hips, but she's grinning.
Zipper or no, Native Companion is "storved," she says, "to daith.
Native Companion keeps making growly throat noises about the beef official.