posted on Mar, 23 2016 @ 03:46 PM
Skid Mark the psycho clown and his strange new companions had been on the road for four days. Well, road was a bit of a stretch. It was more
like a deer trail, just big enough to travel through by unicycle. Dougie had offered to take them all to his friend but Skid Mark declined. He liked
being on solid ground, thank you very much. So here he was peddling along the trail with Trix flitting along at his side. Dougie flew above the
treetops scouting for trouble.
They came upon a clearing at dusk of the fourth day and decided to make camp. Skid Mark collected wood for the fire, while Trix and Dougie gathered
food. Once that was done, Skid Mark layed the wood down and Dougie lit it afire with his breath. Skid Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a
battered frying pan, some plates, and utensils. He also pulled out a small tent. Trix and Dougie exchanged a bewildered glance.
"What? It's not any different than fifty clowns in a small clown car," Skid Mark said.
"Okie dokie then," Dougie said and began cleaning the deer he'd brought back. Trix chuckled and started chopping the fruit and nuts that she'd
Soon, the deer carcass was roasting on the fire. Skid Mark's belly rumbled when he smelled the delicious aromas from the roasting deer. While the
food was cooking he entertained Dougie and Trix with tales of his circus days. At one point, he pulled a rope from his pocket, tied it between two
trees, and rode the entire forty feet of rope while juggling wooden clubs. He even wowed them by standing on the seat, doing a flip, and riding back
the way he'd come; all the while singing a little ditty he'd made up on the spot:
"High ho diddly dee! It's the circus life for me! With tents and clowns and cotton candy, it's the only way to be."
He made the unicycle hop and fell to the ground, landing upright on the single wheel. Then he pulled a comb from his pocket and ran it through the
giant blue wave of the fifties style DA that was his hair. Trix giggled and flew up to him. She put a little plastic surfer due in Skid Marks hair and
flitted back to a safe distance. She and Dougie rolled on the ground in laughter.
Skid Mark reached up and removed it. "Respect the do!"
"Sorry. I've never seen hair like that before. It looks like the ocean," Trix said.
"Yeah, well, you look like dinner."
Trix wasn't worried. She'd heard such threats several time before and knew that Skid Mark was just clowning around. "I'd fart in your mouth."
Skid Mark chuckled and hawked a glob of phlegm up. He spat it into his armpit. "I'll save that one for later," he said while inspecting it.
"Gross," Dougie said.
"Potato, tomato, whatever. So, how much farther do we have to go?"
"I'd say we still have at least another week to go before we get there. That is, unless we run into trouble."
"It's been smooth sailing so far. What trouble can we possibly run into," Skid Mark said.
Just then they heard a rustling at the edge of the forest.