By Doc Tobin
The Brubaker Spectacular trundled down Main Street, festooned with ribbons and fur, exploding confetti at every corner.
The children trailed after the wagons, quivering in epileptic fits of joy. The Brubaker Spectacular had arrived.
Elephants trumpeted at the sky. Acrobats danced from the rooftops. Giants wrestled lions, while swinging from trapezes suspended over fiery pits.
The Brubaker Spectacular promised two weeks of bewitching sensation, exceeding even the most remarkable dreams of splendor.
Shops closed their doors. The school master tossed aside his exams. Reverends and ministers preemptively forgave a fortnight worth of transgressions.
Nobody ever said no to the Brubaker Spectacular.
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