Little Jimmy Smithson is over the moon today! He's not only been allowed the afternoon off from working in the family forge to go to the fair, but his strong arm has won him a prize of a hoop at the "knocking over the wooden bottles with a ball" game (and left the carny berating his assistant for not glueing them down properly!). He's even got a ha'penny left to buy himself a sticky spiced sweet roll, and life is good!
(Managed to fix the damage without too much trouble, though his hair is darker and slightly over pigmented - I could have screamed when the drop smeared the hoop, I'd already gone over it more times than sanity would allow!)