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a clown pressed a knife to his throat. "Hey! No! The human's ours!" his original captor said. The clown started to pull him away and he felt blood run down his neck. He looked and saw that the people who had captured him before were a bunch of acrobats. The acrobats chased after the clown. //What was going on?// he thought. He closed his eyes, hoping, hoping, that when he opened them, he would wake up in his bed. //It's all a dream, it's all a dream. he thought. But when he opened his eyes, it was all too real. The clown pulled him through a door into a small room, then released him and quickly locked the door behind him. "It's okay, kid. You're safe with me." the clown said. "You cut my neck!" "Oh!" the clown jumped over to a small sink and wet a washcloth. "Here." The clown handed him the wet cloth to put on his neck. "Before anything else, I've got to tell you. We're not human here. We //are// what we are. Clowns, acrobats, we aren't dressed up. This is how we are." the clown paused. "This," the clown pulled on his white and red face, "is my skin."...

S.M. R.M.//


 * "And these- he pointed at his big floppy shoes- are the actual size of my feet"