merry go round


Oh my gosh, could this be Spinda’s origin story? I can see it now: baby Spinda mesmerized by the ceaseless spinning of his toy merry-go-round, watching the revolutions with fascinated delight, all the while becoming dizzier and dizzier by the second, until at last he falls from his crib. He comes to, yet the image of that merry-go-round continues to spin before his sight without end, keeping poor Spinda in a state of permanent vertigo.