Every spring Panda Park held a fair. Ice cream vendors scooped strawberry, chocolate and vanilla into cones. Cotton candy machines whirled sugar into spun strands of sweetness. A balloon man made shapes of animals out of colorful balloons and every bear in Grizzlyville came to eat juicy watermelon, buttered corn on the cobs and pots of sticky honey.

Terry, a brown bear, walked through the park, listening to the bands play and watched the cubs swinging at the playground.

The balloon man had dozens of blown up balloons tied to a wooden bench. Terry paid him money to buy a big pink one.

“I think you'd be better off with a blue balloon. That pink one is bigger than you are,” the balloon man warned.

Terry didn't want the blue balloon. He wanted to pink one and took hold of the string. Up, up, up he went.

The balloon man shouted. “I told you not to take the pink one.”

Terry floated above the park and saw birds flying around him. Suddenly his balloon popped and Terry fell to the ground, landing with a plop in the lake in the middle of Panda Park. He dripped water as he climbed out onto the grass.

The balloon man walked past and whispered, “I told you so,” and handed Terry a blue balloon.

The rest of the day Terry walked around the park enjoying all that he saw, smelled and heard. When he went home at night, he tied to blue balloon to his bed and dreamed of his adventure into the sky.