Nervously, a spectator hands over a hard-won nickel
to the radiant showman. The visitor smiles an embarrassed smile and ducks under
the flap of the tent, only to be stricken with horror by the sights on display.
Gordo the monkey-boy, Hilga the bearded-lady, Mr. and Mrs. Infantalia, the world's
smallest bride and groom. Cotton candy-encrusted hands involuntarily cover the
erupting smile, rounded shoulders rise to meet reddening ears and a laugh is stifled.
Something in his head screams for him to run, to hide, and to deny this experience.
Something unspoken keeps him rooted in place, feet on damp sawdust, eyes wide