Date Posted:15:26:05 07/24/09 Fri Author: Victor A. Stanwood Subject: ~Marvelous Master~
A smile spread across his lips as the tip of the big top materialized into his range of vision. It's sun and fire bathed fabric was home to him, the only home he would ever need. A portable home that settled where it wished. A home surrounded by the smell of popcorn and hay. Most of all it was HIS home HIS domain. And he lived just here, knowing his friends would remain by his side as long as the sun rose.
Teal and black locks bounced cheerily as Victor picked up his pace, careful not to spill the paper grocery bag filled of 6 gallons of ice cream for the crew. A wonderful day. his content thoughts fluttered by him on the wings of sunny butterflies and invisible winds.
