Story #38

There was a time when the circus shrunk into itself and people had a hard time locating it. By and by, the Ringmasters and Firebreathers and Tightropists and Beardladies could care less. They were still doing what they loved to do, only in much smaller forms. The only ones who seemed to mind were the fleas who had trained so hard to stand out so tall among their fellow performers. They would have been much more depressed had they not realized their fellow performer's new sizing made them easy prey for recently out-of-work insects.