April 26, 2014– I was in the basement visiting Violet when I overheard Mom talking to the family about going to the circus this afternoon. The circus is in town?! Why didn’t anyone tell me? I love peanuts and I’ve always wanted to see the lady on the flying trapeze and the dancing horses up close and personal. But clowns shake me to the core and everyone knows these big-footed, face-painted hoodlums hang out at the circus. Dang! Why must I have a clown phobia?! It probably has to do with the DVD Netflix sent us two years ago by mistake. Peaches, Sawyer and I wanted to see Babe, the movie about a farm pig. Instead, we got Bellybutton Confetti Pants Takes a Farm. We watched it anyway thinking it might be about a hootenanny. It wasn’t. It was pure horror. The three of us slept together in one nest box for two days following that nightmare until Wilma finally kicked us out to lay her egg. My tail feathers shiver to this day anytime I hear the sound of his bike horn in my head.
Eh – Maybe I’ll just whip up a balloon dog and call it a day. Thanks, Netflix.