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She is a circus monkey through and through (really, she's a circus chimp but "monkey" has always had a sweeter ring to it, at least to her ears). She was raised in the circus but, a shy and reserved chimp by nature, she never became the star of an act. In fact, her performances were always quite awkward and somewhat clumsy. So awkward, actually, her very appearance on the stage seemed only to pain the audience.
One particularly uncomfortable afternoon show proved to be her last. She'd stumbled out to the ring with her pink hoop in tow, but when she swung it round her narrow chimp hips it merely fell dully to the dirt floor. She tried again and again to get the hoop to mind her, to revolve about her, but it simply would not submit to such a mild monkey. The audience fell silent except for the scuffing of a shoe or the suck of a tooth. No longer able to bear witness to the monkey's mortification,…

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  • Joined May 22, 2011

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wool roving, horse hair, silver, copper, wood, old cashmere or wool sweaters, and vintage findings

About

She is a circus monkey through and through (really, she's a circus chimp but "monkey" has always had a sweeter ring to it, at least to her ears). She was raised in the circus but, a shy and reserved chimp by nature, she never became the star of an act. In fact, her performances were always quite awkward and somewhat clumsy. So awkward, actually, her very appearance on the stage seemed only to pain the audience.
One particularly uncomfortable afternoon show proved to be her last. She'd stumbled out to the ring with her pink hoop in tow, but when she swung it round her narrow chimp hips it merely fell dully to the dirt floor. She tried again and again to get the hoop to mind her, to revolve about her, but it simply would not submit to such a mild monkey. The audience fell silent except for the scuffing of a shoe or the suck of a tooth. No longer able to bear witness to the monkey's mortification, the elderly yet nimble ringmaster ran to her rescue and with a few boisterous barks he had the crowd laughing and clapping once more. And the show, as it always must, went on. He scooped her up and carried her on his back like a black fur and pink satin cape, her face buried between his velvet covered shoulder blades, for the rest of the show and the next. And for many years that followed no ring or hoop encircled her. Instead she was free to ramble throughout the grounds and train cars and was taught the business of circus. How to spot a prize act, how to keep the performers and crew in good spirits, and what the audiences wanted to see. But her dear ringmaster grew ever older and a bit slower and with not so bright a bark, and he finally sat her down and revealed his aim. Which was that she should take over the management of his most cherished circus. And, no, she needn't learn to bark or rouse the crowd (there was the fox or barn cat or blue bird for that!) never fear! To be a benevolent and steadfast stewardess was all he required of her and she accepted. And on a night not so many warm summer nights after, her sweetest and greatest friend went to sleep and dreamt the longest dream. At the next forest they laid him to rest beneath the gentle underbrush, beneath the mandrake, violets and toadstools. From that day on, a woodland circus this circus became for she could never bear to part from her beautiful friend.

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