Children loved Jerry. Most carnival vendors were creepy, but Jerry was the paradigm of friendlessness. He also made the best balloon creations around.
A girl marched up.
"Hey! What's your favorite color? Are you sad? You need something to inflate your mood!"
The girl laughed and pointed. "The purple one…"
"Hmm…" Jerry didn't remember inflating any purple balloons—it must've been leftover from yesterday. "Here you go…"
The girl started to leave; Jerry frowned. "Wait…" He panicked, and grabbed the balloon.
"Pick again!" Jerry opened his hand—letting the foiled drifloon glide away, making a deflated noise as it disappeared.