Little man leave Tall-A for dead!
Yesterday's events left me famished. Tall-A being used as... Pure entertainment! To make matters worse. People just sat in their seats and watched!
Including me... I don't count!
Once again, me and my mom were heading to the circus. With their new found attraction, (Tall-A.) They have been rolling any thousands of people as of late. Just last night I was doing some research on this circus. Their showings were so horrendous, a few big entrepreneurs thought about evicting the place and turning into a more cul-de-sack full luxury condos.
The circus will remain in Los Angeles, California for a couple more days before they go on a long tour around the world. So our family and the old ma-... I mean Robert. Old potato sack finally told me his name. Need to get Tall-A out of the circus!
Now I assure you. I wish to free the animals along with Tall-A from the circus. Alas, there is one problem. No one wants to free a 600 pound tiger. I'll stick with freeing a giant, no pun intended.
I have a pretty good idea where to enter the circus. Like all circuses, they usually wrap up the large tent. Of course, they never pull it down until the managers are ready to leave.
When closed up fully. The men and woman usually leave their animals in cages. I am quite positive Tall-A is going to be locked in a cage. He is too large to stay in small spaces.
This will be a mission successful!
"Honey. Can you please eat your cake?" My mom asked, breaking me from my feeble ADHD mind. "We're almost here and I don't want my cheesecake going to waste in my car! So eat up!"
My mom in a nutshell.
"Okay mom. I'm almost done! Please relax." I said back to her, spitting some cake up on the dashboard.
"Honey don't talk with your mouth full please. Your ruining my beautiful dashboard." She said with a light voice.
My mom suffers from OCD. One spot on her floor back home and she'll be all over it Spongebob was on that plate in one of us earlier episodes.
"Relax mom. Can we just get to the circus?" I asked while holding in a snicker.
See, Robert Wadlow stood at a staggering height of 8'11 and weighed 480 pounds. This giant was above his height, not to mention extremely muscular or bulky. Making modern body builders look like shrimps, his veins could be seen on various parts of his body. He was truly a monstrosity of a man. Usually big people aren't fast because their joints began to hurt but he kept up with me so easily... The narrows trees kept me safe, in a open plain, he would of gotten me in less then two seconds.
"What made him so fast?" I said to myself. "How could anyone be that fast?" I asked myself again. Could it be his long legs, giving him huge strides? I was so fascinated with this guy, who knows, maybe I'll be able to ride him around.
Nah I'm just joking, I wouldn't do that. Though that would be pretty sick actually. Riding a giant into battle! Flipping trucks over!
I still like to fantasize about me and Tall-A running out together and causing havoc. In a good way anyway. Me and him teaming up against the bad people of the world. I was the mouth and the brains and Tall-A was literally the muscle of the group. Using his size as an intimidation factor. If the guys decided to retaliate, well... Let's just say Tall-A will demolish the poor saps. After that would happen I'd quote; "told you not to fight us." It is fun to be lost in your thoughts sometimes.
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"Two tickets please." My mom said to the clerk in the ticket booth. "Also a side of cotton candy." She added.
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The Boy and The Giant (Editing)
Adventure(HalfZochomore's Book, on his account it keeps deleting parts so he asked if I could publish it on my account.) I can't believe he managed to survive this long. How does someone even walk that well without their legs giving out on them. I have to ke...
