Corny the Clown was shaking the hands of his new ringmaster under his new circus tent in his new town and he was finally able to breath a sigh of relief. He had made it again. His treacherous life was once again behind him and he was starting anew. As his ringmaster took him to his new bedroom Corny took in the sights of his new home.
This one was bigger than any he had been to before. There were people shuffling everywhere. Here they had a bearded lady, a midget, a sword swaller and a truthful politician in their Freak Show. Every circus animal imaginable was also a part of this place. From elephants to seals to lions, tigers and bears. There was a magician, those rope/swing swingers and a diver under the tent as well. Corny was so excited.
He looked to his new ringleader, "So what happened to your other clown? I mean I'm surprised I was even able to get this gig what with all the people you have working for you."
His ringleader, whose name was Reginald, looked at him with ice in his eyes, "We do not speak of Clappy the Clown. He was never here. If you try to find out or if you act in any Clappy fashion, we will kill you."
this clown story is keeping me on the edge of my seat
ReplyDeleteDear, TheLiz: I think Corny may be the best characterization of your career. He speaks to me in a way I can relate to on a deep, deep personal level. Maybe it's my years of experience in the amusement industry that makes this character so relevant for me. Or maybe it's just all the high fructose corn syrup agribusiness shoves down my throat everyday, but that's just too political. [I'd like to personally apologize to agribusiness for any offense my previous remarks may have caused.]
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