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mother comes home with her hair ruffled and angry looking. in her arms are balloon animals with which she presents me with saying in a short manner, "these are for you." after this she goes to the kitchen to chop green vegetables. she must work for the circus now. i hope she is an acrobat. i will get free tickets to the show and eat peanuts underneath the striped folds of the tent with my pals. afterwards we will all walk home holding hands and be very happy as a rosy chorus of bible-school hymns seep from our throats. mother and father will be swinging home from tree to tree tipping their hats at us as they pass, father twirling his handlebar mustahce in a joking manner and we will all laugh and say "O father, for you our hearts weep in merriment. O father!" soon the circus would pass into darkness and put up florescent lighting that would shed blue drizzle down to the hard concrete floors, where cubicles will be inserted for containing the lions. instead of balancing on balls and displaying the expansive nighttime inside of their mouths, the lions would request transcripts from the ring-leader and thrill everyone. they would also fill out pink forms in ink. mother and father would then come home and sigh dust from their nostrils and the plants would shrivel.
by The JavaScript Source
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