Oh look who’s over at the YAAR blog this week – the Great Bobbert and his weasel, Popgoes!
(A Flash fiction from the world of P.A.W.S.)
“Popgoes! Hey, Popgoes! Come back here! Where is that weasel?”
The Great Bobbert scratched his head unleashing a cascade of bluish purple powder from his long straggly orange hair. His many pockets bulged with a multitude of objects: cards, rings, whistles, coins, scarves, and balloons – all the tricks of the trade for a working clown.
He rushed through the park, puffing and panting, accidentally kicking a squirrel in his path that chattered angrily at him.
“No need for that kind of language,” muttered the clown.
“Now, where is that pesky weasel? Ah, there he is. What the . . . ? Is that a kangaroo? Where did it come from? They’re certainly not indigenous to Missouri, or at least I don’t think they are. Did it escape from the zoo? I wonder if there’s a reward?”
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