The Day the Circus Came

autumn-autumn-leaves-blur-Lăzuran Călin
Autumn leaves blur by Lăzuran Călin on Unsplash

The year before, and all the years before that, as long as anyone could remember, when the travelling circus came to town, elephants and monkeys marched along the main road all the way through the town to the open field where they set up the tents. Snake handlers, people on stilts, and even the bearded lady followed, handing out fliers as they danced past.

But this year was different. On the appointed day we heard a brass band heralding the parade. The rosy cheeked ringmaster in his full regalia marched proudly at the front. Dainty drum majorettes followed, parading and pirouetting; next came the gaudily dressed clowns with their sad, smiling faces. And acrobats who turned cartwheels and somersaults.

But where were the lions, the tigers and elephants? Where were the dwarfs and the tallest man in the World? No ladies with beards or two-tailed monkeys? No fire-eaters, no sword-swallowers or freak acts at all!

What kind of entertainment was this?


no to animals in circuses
I wrote this back in December in response to a prompt from Teresa, The Haunted WordsmithIt’s so long ago I can’t find the link.

Anyway, I never got around to posting it. Somehow it didn’t quite chime with the festive season. But now we have a circus – with animals – coming to our town. 

And I really don’t like that.


5 thoughts on “The Day the Circus Came

  1. Forcing anyone to do something they do not want to do, animals and humans alike, feels so wrong. I liked the upbeat tone of your story, Chris, would have gone down well at Christmas with me, as that season is all about people being set free. However, I am glad you post it now as I would have missed at Christmas as I hadn’t come across you then.

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