Crabs were always my spirit animals. Thats why my stage name is Colonel Crabtree! If you are wondering where the tree came from. Let me set the scene then.
-Flash Back 10 Months Ago-
I get locked in right before I leave home. Today is the day I finally leave this terrible place. I won't miss the constant screaming and crying of my mother. The fear of my father ever finding us. I would love to take my mom but she won't let me.
I'm leaving to go join the circus to eventually earn enough to live somewhat comfortably with my mother. The closest circus near me is the Extraordinary Extravagant Circus. The ring master is Master Muldoon. He has the best acts one could think of. I need to make sure this is the right one to join, so I'm going to spend my last 0.1 cents left on it.
"It starts in an hour" I say as I get my horse prepared. Her name is Sora. She is very silly! "Say goodbye first poopsie" my mother says while she stands at the front door of our house.
It's a small run down house. It used to be a dark brown now it's just been sun faded. If you look behind the house you will see a small broken window. It was what my mother did to cheapen the house for us to buy. I rush to her and hug her dearly. "I will miss you so much poopsie" we say at the same time. We burst out laughing with a mixture of tears. We have been through so much together it hurts to say goodbye. Everyone needs to say them though. "I will write to you" I say stepping down the stairs to the ground. "I love you" she says holding back tears.
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Poopsie's Wild West
FanfictionMartha and Crabtree origin story. Inspired by the play, "Blazing Guns At Roaring Gulch". Hopefully the poopsies love this <3