One Saturday, while working the putt-putt shack, I watched the circus people strutting around on stilts; each had a smaller child physcially attached to them with a length of string. As I stared, people came up to pet the little horse and rhino, and shake the puppet's hand. And I made a note my future self, that should I ever need a severe yet legal punishment for my offspring - this is it. Public humilation in the form of face paint and bondage.
That sure was one melancholy fellowship of rhino, horse, and puppet.
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