Daddy’s Afraid of the Circus
Carter watched the circus march through town. “I want to go,” he told himself.
He went into daddy’s room and said, “Daddy, will you take me to the circus?”
“Lions, cannons, death-defying stunts, and…. Clowns. The circus is much too scary for me, and definitely too scary for you.”
“I know what to do. I will show daddy the circus isn’t scary.”
He went down the stairs, through the living room, and out into the backyard.
He taught his tabby cat to tap-dance to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
He grabbed a hula-hoop and convinced his tabby cat to jump on through.
He gathered some apples and juggled one, two, and then three apples at a time.
He went inside, up the stairs, and back into his father’s room and said, “Daddy, I’ll show you the circus isn’t scary. Watch this.”
He started humming Twinkle Twinkle, but his cat arched its back and hissed.
He tried getting his tabby cat to jump through hoops, but his cat rolled over and yawned.
Grabbing the apples, he threw one in the air, but his cat leaped up and swatted it away.
His dad hid his head beneath the covers and said, “Much much too scary! I think I will stay in bed a little bit longer.”
“I know what to do. He won’t be afraid of this.”
Carter left the room and ran downstairs.
He cartwheeled over the coffee table and landed with perfect form.
He covered himself with a blanket and made himself disappear.
He sat on the piano bench and played the National Anthem with his feet.
Daddy wasn’t in his room, so Carter searched and found him cooking in the kitchen. “Daddy, the circus isn’t scary. Watch this.”
His shoe got caught on the coffee table sending his cartwheel sideways.
His blanket got stuck on his arm leaving his legs completely exposed.
His feet forgot left from right creating the most awful sound.
His dad let out a tiny scream and covered his ears. “Way way too scary! Lets go to a ballgame instead”
“I know what to do. This won’t scare him.
Carter walked outside.
He tight-roped across a bench while blindfolded.
He swung on the monkey bars with his hands, his feet, and finished with a flip.
He contortioned his body until it looked like a pretzel.
Daddy wasn’t in the kitchen, so Carter looked and found him outside listening to the ballgame. “Watch Daddy, I bet this will make you smile.”
He tried to tightrope, but a gust of wind blew him over.
On the monkey bars, he swung by two feet, and lost control and fell.
His body decided not to bend, and he looked nothing like a pretzel.
With a grin on his face daddy said, “It’s still scary, but I’m beginning to see why you want to go.”
“I know what to do. We will go for sure after this.”
Carter sprinted into the front yard and lied down on the sidewalk.
He balanced a ball on his nose and barked like a seal.
He sprinted through the sprinklers so fast he didn’t get wet.
He turned his bike into a unicycle and did wheelies across the yard.
Daddy wasn’t mowing the lawn, so Carter searched daddy’s room, looked in the kitchen, and than found him by the car. “If this doesn’t scare you can we go?”
Balancing the ball on his nose, he went to bark, but the ball bounced away.
He slipped near the sprinkler and came through soaking wet.
He attempted to wheelie, but a nail popped his tire bringing his bike to a halt.
His dad laughed, picked up Carter, and put him in the car. “You convinced me. We’re going to the circus even if it is still a little scary.
Resting in the back seat of the car, Carter fell-asleep. The next thing he heard was… [Show Carter with his dad at the circus]
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