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The Devil and Evil: By Unknown
Clowns soon appeared to take the edge off of the circus dog act.
They were dressed as owls in gaudy colors.
Forest owls hunt for prey. They perch
in the towering pines to better view
their prey.
Their silent scouring of the forest floor
is earnest research for
a better tomorrow.
The clown-owls had large orange feathery hats
with brown pointed downy ears.
They scoured the audience
over their half glasses
with turtle shell
frames.
Each clown-owl carried a leather briefcase
with smoke emanating from it.
The clowns seemed to either
ignore the smoke or
be unaware
of it.
The audience became uneasy because of it.
Fred walked out of the audience and demanded
to know where the ringmaster was.
One of the clown-owls looked
over his half glasses, sneered,
harrumphed, smirked rather
knowingly and said
“in due time.”
Fred then shook the clown by his downy little ears and asked
“Tell me where one would find the ring-master.”
This time the clown-owl pulled a scroll
out of his costume. He unrolled it
with a flourish and held it high,
and slowly turned around
to ensure that everyone
in the audience
could read it.
In big black block letters it stated:
A collective gasp went up from the audience! “What does it mean?” they asked each other. Quizzical looks were exchanged. “Were you standing around the water cooler?” their eyes seemed to ask each other. Some of the audience in the bleachers turned around to get a quick glance at the water cooler. But no one was there and the ringmaster was not to be seen..
“Beware of planted messages and misdirected attention. Keep an eye on the center ring and enjoy “The Most Tragic Show on Earth.”
Thus spoke Fred
Tomorrow: “The Circus Acts”
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