The Magic of Whimsy

Almost Iowa


“Hey Walt, how’s retirement?”

The elephant swept his great gray head from side to side, searching for the source of the tiny voice.

“It’s okay,” he said.

A rustle in the straw revealed the nose of a white mouse.

“Do you miss anything about the circus?”

“Is that you, Max?”


“I do.”

“What do you miss most?”

“I miss being somebody,” Walt said, “I liked the work. These days, I’m just a waste of hay living off generosity.”

“Welcome to our world,” the mouse replied.

“I never had a problem sharing with you guys,” Walt said, “you keep me entertained.”

A few more heads poked out of the straw.

“I guess that puts us in the same business,” one of them squeaked.

Walt grinned.

“I won’t miss the stress, though,” he said.

Max turned to his buddies and wise-cracked, “Oh, the pain of being a celebrity.”

That busted the…

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