The Circus

[marval]

A circus tamer was trying to arrange a trick where he would have fifty bears marching in perfect lines.

Unfortunately they always ended up walking in circles, leading him to almost selling his bears.

Turns out he was the problem all along; he just had to get his bear-rings straight.



The circus was in town and was taking applications from the local townspeople for wildly unique acts.

The interviewer was at the end of a long fruitless day of these local no-talents, when the last applicant, Jack, stepped up to the table.

“Ok”, said the interviewer, “what’s your special talent?”

“I do bird imitations.” replied Jack.

The interviewer sighed and shook his head. “I guess that about wraps it up!” he said.

“Listen, son, bird imitations are a dime a dozen, no thanks.”

And with that, Jack gave a defiant “Fine,” and turned and flew out the window.