"Is he really not coming out because of that?" asked the annoyed child

"Hey, it's a big deal, the bigger the person, the greater the fall" She said, trying to calm the crowd

"He's a big guy, shouldn't he be able to just put a band-aid and take it like a man?" he asked, using bigger words than a 7-year-old should be using

"Well honey, you see, he didn't fell down literally and got a bruise, he...simply...fell." she said, to the annoying child

"If he has no bruises, then it doesn't hurt, why does he whine about it?" questioned the spoiled brat

"The fact that it is not physical doesn't imply lack of pain, now go and mingle with the angry crowd" she said, about to lose he last strap of patience

"But Mrs. Kite, why can't he just put one of his masks, so he can come and perform the show?" asked a girl, very similar to the boy. Siblings, they never fail to be more annoying than the last one.

"Well, it's not that easy you see, when he is in the state he is right now, none of the masks are useful" said Mrs. Kite, now holding her every cell not to punch the kids

"I don't get it, he's always a very dramatic person, why can't he just perform without it?" asked the girl, thinking she knew everything. She knew nothing

"No, he's not dramatic, that's only on Thursdays when we feature "The empire's several weddings". It is when he uses that blue velvet mask of his." she said, trying so hard not to yell at them

" Are you implying that he's not really funny as well?" said the uncomprehending boy, such a waste of brains.

"He is funny, on Tuesdays when we perform "Hell's tragedies". Aren't you aware of the schedules?" said the woman, all tired now.

"So when he's being nice, he's just wearing a stupid mask?" asked the angry kid

"It depends, if he has to be nice to you, then I reckon he uses a stupid mask, yes." said the lady knowing they would never understand it

"I don't get him" said the boy

"No one does, that's the whole point." Said Mrs. Kite

"So, he's ever going to come back?" asked the now kind-of-worried girl

"You can count on something when you come to the circus: The show must go on"



By I'm the (fallen) penguin