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Pherigo: The Strongest, Beardiest Man Alive!!!

25 Feb

Like a mighty viking sailing on a magical gust of wind, Pherigo landed his sturdy vessel, (the one his Grandmother loaned him), on the yard of a legendary yet normal haunted mansion from days of yore.   Appearing  as quickly as he left, Pherigo plowed and plunged his mighty boots through the dry Texas dirt.  The circus crew was stunned as they sipped beverages made from fire and puffed green cigars on the crooked although stable front porch.  I thought to my self, “Didn’t Pherigo leave yesterday?  How can he be back so soon?” Pherigo is a man whose presence is fierce and strong.  He towers above me and most of the circus performers.  The Tall Man and Gertrude are the only ones who seem to look down at him.  While sailing and  floating on highways made of salt water, Pherigo grew a monstrous entanglement of facial whiskers that encompassed his face similarly to a masquerade disguise.  I must admit, I hardly recognized him through the giant beard!  The circus welcomed him with warm hugs and hand shakes.  He is like family.  His welcome-back party consisted of brisket on the smoker cooked just Wright… right I mean.  Rather than fire works, we exploded cans of green beans and such.  It’s Pherigo’s style to arrive with a big boom, boisterous laughter and detailed yarns from his travels.  His former role in the circus was a samurai’s intern.  But, Pherigo and I shared many stories and beers only to arrive at the conclusion that he must now be the Strong Man.  He has the stature and the muscles to impress a crowd. The crazy beard will be an extra anomaly to add to the Strong Man’s feats.  We also decided that he would wear a pin stripe suite while wowing audiences with his manly muscles.  Welcome back Pherigo!  May your arrival and stay with the circus be bright and strong!  Love, your friend, Mavis Rose Sinclair

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Tea Party For Edie Mae

30 Apr

Onto the tea set! The menagerie is on fire! “Don’t let the big cats out! They’ll eat the patrons!” Chaos! Chaos! Everywhere I look there is green tea and milk flooding into the tents. The elephants and the monkeys wear lacy panties and sip Earl Grey. What a day! Where are all the patrons going? To the coog tent? Who is the dancer? Why it’s Edie Mae! She just got hired! What a beautiful woman clad in tassled pasties and sequins! Look at how she sways and swings her long golden hair while sipping mint tea. (multi-tasking waitress talent) That’s why we hired her! Into the tents! The tea is piping hot! The cups are clanking, and the ladies and gents are wearing their finest digs. Gertrude and I are dancing round and round like nymphs on a merry-go-round; the patrons clapping in unison to the beat of the stomping feet! The aroma of tea is tantalizing, hypnotizing… we can’t even keep our eyes open. With heavy lids we all stumble to our wagons slipping into tea-crazed slumber and dream of the days wild adventures. Oh, what a glorious day! The celebration of the hiring of Edie Mae!