5p per guess.
That was the sign written on yellow sugar paper and a thick pink felt tip. I was in the annual Metto fair. My father was doing a magic act at the fair. I had bought many things before hand and had no money left. I kept on coming and returning to the jar.
My dad had gotten curious and finally stopped me in my tracks.
"Darling. What is it you want?" My dad asked. He had realised I was staring at the sign.
"I need 5p, but I haven't got any money." I gave him one of those looks that said, I don't mind if you give it to me. He then took a five pence from behind my ear, and chuckled.
"Here." he gave it to me.
"Nice trick." I said sarcastically. He took it seriously.
"Guess you like my trick huh?" He then demonstated some more whilst I walked off.
As I approached, the man behind the table called out to me.
"Go on. Have a go. You never know."
I began to scan the jar. One.. Two... Three.... Four. ...Five hummbuggs, twenty seven, boiled orange sweets and....
"Oih. It's a guess. Don't count 'em."
I then wrote 385.
The man then laughed.
I realised why after. The highest number was 1063.
I then went to my dad.
"Thank, but I won't win."
"I think you will get close." he had this ring of certianty to his voice.
For the next hour I walked around till the results were announced.
"Well we have all the results and the closest was actually spot on. A Lily wrote it. 385." I had won.