Rufus sat on a little plastic horse, gripping the pole extending through it.
The horse began to move, first forward, then slowly up and down. Rufus held on to the pole, making sure he didn’t fall. Such a tumble would not behoove the knightly class.
Around and around the little horse went. Rufus galloped forward, defending queen and country. The horse slowed, and came to a stop.
Rufus dismounted and walked over to the attendant, handing him another hundred dollars. He climbed back on, and the ride began again. Outside, the line-up of parents and children waited while Rufus continued his solitary charge.