Pink limo and unicorns in a manly way!

"Don't look down," he told himself, he held on to the bar of the ferris wheel and tried not to think of falling.
Little flecks of soil were sticking to his forearms, he noticed in a detached sort of way. He supposed his arms had gotten dirty as he tumbled out of the top cage of the ferris wheel as it crested the peak of its arc. Funny how your brain detaches and notices little details like that in stressful situations.
He shook off the myopia when the ferris wheel lurched again. There were screams somewhere down below him. A fuzzy pink stuffed unicorn went tumbling past him on its way to the ground.
He began pulling himself up to the alleged "safety" of his seat. Stretching his left leg up, he managed to hook it over the lowest bar of the cage with no little effort. He tumbled back into his seat, and his eye fell on the pink limousine that had been giving rides around the carnival earlier. He could see a little crowd of people gathered around it, pointing toward him.

Suddenly an ugly little thought crawled up from the base of his neck and left a nasty sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked up and over his shoulder and his bad feelings were confirmed.

Not only was he NOT out of danger -- but the reason for the entire mess became suddenly, startling, horrifingly clear.

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(it's not easy being the only man in the house :)