"In front of him were carousel horses with children on them. Painted horses galloping around the place; carousel horses that weren’t on the carousel!
“They come and go like that. The kids love it,” she said. “It’s like magic for them.”
But it wasn’t like magic. They didn’t love it at all because they were shouting for their parents to save them. The only ones that didn’t shout were those that fell under the hoofs. And the reason they couldn’t shout was because the horses were killing them..."