Day 98: Into Iowa

The Fool got up and headed north. He crossed into a new state, known as "Iowa." He danced his way to the small town of Seymour, about 10 miles north of the border. There he was met by many closed stores and restaurants, because it was Sunday. So he bought some food at the open Casey's convenience store and ate his dinner under the town park's pavilion. He sat under the shabby shelter as a tornado watch passed through. No harm came to the Fool or the town.