“I can’t believe The Oddity died, I just can’t believe it!” Mr. Averady fumed as he paced around his office. “He was our biggest attraction! Our best damn performer! What the hell are we going to do now?”

Mr. Primrose finally stirred in his seat in front of the desk. “Maybe is time ta sell tha place Misser Dan. I me’ Misser Barnum done gave up afer his place wen’ an’ burn’d to tha groun’.”

“FUCK Barnum! That pretentious sonofabitch! I’m trying to run a freak show and he makes me look bad by turning his place into a goddamn circus! Moral obligations my ass! I give these people a place to live, put clothes on their back, and give them food! They wouldn’t get that on the streets I guarantee it!”

“Misser Averady I din’n mean no disrisspect, I jus’…” Mr. Primrose searched for words “I jus’ think we nee’ ta be thinkin’ ahea’. There’s less ‘n less children comin’ in. You know it can’ las’ foreva’.”

“Well I sure as hell don’t plan on just giving up! With Barnum gone we might actually have a chance!”