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You look out the window. The cars are so small they look like ants, including your father's car where he almost left the tickets for the wagon and your cousin almost killed him.
You see the Big Beng Tower, Westminster Bridge, Queen's Crossing and the River Themis. For the tourists you're riding with, the view would be something breathtaking, but when you come once a month as part of the same trip your father takes you on like a dog, the place goes from special to mundane for you.
Your cousin, on the other hand, doesn't get taken out that often, so she rides in the seat with her hands sticky on the dirty glass of who knows what. If you didn't have a friend with you, the spin would be about as exciting as a monthly checkup at the dentist.
Speaking of said friend, he shows you his phone and talks about the destruction in Tokyo and how it was attributed to a group of aliens fighting each other. You've never been a fan of conspiracy theories, so the whole "aliens" thing sounds like a complete fallacy, but he goes on and on talking about the witnesses who saw a blue blur chasing some kind of black and red goblin on a motorcycle.
Suddenly you feel it was better to be up here alone.
The carriage shakes out of nowhere and surprises everyone, you hear footsteps on the ceiling and jumps, you start. Was someone up there?
You deny it, that's ridiculous. Nobody could be up there, especially while the wheel is still moving, it may be slow, but the wind is blowing hard and whoever had the great idea will fall off, and nobody has fallen off yet, so you chalk it up to one of the kids and go on with your life.
You're just about to get to the top when something hits the glass again. There, by chance, was a blue creature.
...
What?
As you look in surprise at what appears to be some kind of spiky animal, your friend shakes your shoulder and sings triumphantly about how he was right and aliens really do exist. More people notice the Big Blue and pull out their phones to take pictures and record.
'That bloody thing can't be real' you thought. It had to be a trick, or a very expensive promotion for some movie or video game.
But the more you looked at it, the more details you could see. Its fur, its snout, its little ears that had no right to look so soft.
It was like a giant cat, if that giant cat had arms, feet, and very bright green eyes.
Oh yes, said animal/alien is watching you. Or rather, he saw the amount of attention you were giving him. To your tenderness, he smiled shyly and waved awkwardly.
You, like the stunned fool that you are, waved back.
Maybe you should come to the Ferris wheel with your father more often.