The circus arrived during lunch. Foot soup. Patsy and Paul Foot were enjoying family soup. Banana sandwiches drowned in steaming mugs of tea. Eaten from a communal mixing bowl with large spoons. Patsy and Paul had been brought up on it. Only two non-Feet had had the pleasure of Foot soup. And one of them had just rolled into Centreville – a clown named Jonathan. John the Clown for short. The unmentioned motorcade could be heard in the distance.
“You have to hand it to that family of feet” Tardy Leo the fat acrobat said. Jonathan remained silent. With a penchant for the dramatic the clown was sulking. Clowning with glazed eyes and upside down frowns.
“They seem pretty content is all” Leo continued to venture.
Silence. The truck rolled on. Right through Centreville and all its former glory leaving its two occupants alone. With banana soup.
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