The Evil Circus Dog
Arfon Jones, who had a freak accident while visiting the circus as a child, has recollections of the event that still haunts him.
"The following tale has become a mish-mash of childhood memories and recurring nightmares. I remember my mother and grandmother were taking my brother and I to the circus.
Wurlitzer Piano music in the background.
There were bright colours, the sound of children full of enthusiasm wondering what was inside the big-top. However, my attention was directed elsewhere... to a large, red kennel.
I moved closer, expecting to be greeted by a loveable circus dog, only too happy to amuse me with a trick or two.
Dark and intense music
I peered in... only to be greeted by a large head, its mouth full of sharp teeth, snapping furiously at me. I froze as the little monster bit my leg.
Cartoon yelp noise.
The sound of excitied children was broken by the echo of a crying child carried by his mother to the car, as his grandmother rowed with the disgruntled ringmaster, who placed a 'Beware of the Dog' sign next to the kennel.
No circus, just teeth marks.
Now I would love to end this tale of mine by telling you that I shortly developed the abilities of a circus dog, and now fight crime... or even, tell you that every full moon I transform into a were-circusdog.
Growling noise.
All I can do is warn you... Circus dogs are the evil that walk among us. Beware the demon that leaps through flaming hoops."
End slide - The End.
Arfon Jones
