The day started the same as many. Up at 6am,

The day started the same as many. Up at 6am, empty the dishwasher, make a triple Americano and a latte then get the bigger boy out the door - forcing him to at least eat something.

Now it was time to wake the smaller boy, the midget,clowns, the two emus & the bengals, the elephants & the pygmy ponies (The monkies woke themselves ) & get the whole caravan on

on its way. The gypsy clowns were playing with the radio. Lalalala lalalaa. The caravan was painted red and white

"Hi. I am Bozo", one greeted me.

"Welcome to the 'Clown Without Borders' Your tent is over there and you can inflate your balloon animals at the helium tanks." A tear ran down my grease paint. "Thanks, Bozo."

We were a polyglot of political leaders, getting ready for nationwide elections. The stench of manure permeated all- it was the only item we had in abundance. We delivered moving

speeches, at least according to our mothers, but people seemed intent on evil. The manure had been collected during thousands of meetings during which i

-njury had far surpassed insult as far as the assault on our noses was concerned. The manure was piled into a silo that had mysteriously appeared overnight in the rose garden.

But with masks on we piled the rose garden with the offending man manure and grew the most beautiful magic roses. They beckoned us to nirvana. I inhaled and was no more.