• The dear ol’ daughter of the chairman was dead before the morning sun ever shone its rays of light across the top of the dim forest. Malevolence filled the forest air once again. The chairman went mad once again, as he did the previous year, and dug out his other eye. And now with no eyes the view the world, he sleeps throughout the days and throughout the splendid nights.

    This part of town is rather peculiar. That is, if it is even considered to be a part of the town at all. Follow the red trail at the beginning of the forest and you’ll make it here. This place that holds the sadistic lion that likes to complain about his fearsome nails ripping away at his human leg. This place that holds the talking bear that dislikes the ugly visitors. This place that holds the Fire Eater that likes to eat hot things. This place that holds beloved Siren that believes it is fun, that it is fun. Oh! And let’s not forget the sisters! A sister that loves and a sister that hates. Both sisters bound by one body, and called by one name. Oh you’re still here! Good! Good! Because if you have not already noticed, welcome! Welcome To Muerent's Circus!

    A place filled with happy smiles and frowns! A place filled with a wonderful filling family! The Lion that cries out loud to the welcoming sound that comes from below! The bear that hates without a vital organ! The Fire Eater that laughs and eats, laugh and eats! The Siren that sings lovely words with a throat full of thorns! And the Sisters! The Sisters who grab at each other’s sewn necks. It is all is a very wonderful family indeed. But of course! We cannot forget the head of the family! The Chairman! With his crooked gait and warm stinging smile, and his daughter, he ruled and controlled all the fun! But today is not the time for such preposterous ridicule. For the Chairman’s daughter is dead! All of the rest, the rest of the dead visitors do not matter to him. It was only his daughter and his now late wife, which passed on all of her deformities to the child. The child had big brown eyes, hair the color of the horses hay, and small fingers, all the same size. You could even say that she was like the rest of visitors! Ugly, deformed, hideous, vomiting. But either way, this curious child ran around as if she were a family member. Happy and liked she was. Things were just better in this splendid family, even with the old little one. At least compared to before, when Muerent's Circus still held performances filled with animosity, sneers and unprincipled laughs.

    Screaming! Screaming! With a hand over his bleeding heart and the other over his bleeding eye, the Chairman wanted to know. Who was it? Who did it? His little girl facedown with claws in her back, she still even clenched the tissue for her yearly runny nose that came this time of year.

    So was it you? Lion? Of course not! Growled the Lion. I spent the entire day asleep after my meal, said he with a frown and a yawn. Oh I see, well then when did you finally get your nails trimmed Lion? Well, began the Lion, you see, I can’t remember.

    Alright then, Bear! Was it you? No, it was not, said the bear. Oh but Bear! You were not fazed by her death, were you? No, replied he while one eye grew too small while the other too big.

    Fire Eater! Did you kill the dear ‘ol Chairman’s daughter? He he, no well of course not, said the Fire Eater. I had just heard the crazed Chairman when I had finished my meal, said he with licked lips.

    Now Siren! Did you do it? Ha! Well of course not! That girl was quite a show! And I was messing with musician’s accordions at that time, said she with a tune in her head.
    So now, Sisters! No, said love and hate in harmony. We were singing! No, crying, said shes with differing looks.

    Well then, was it you? Said Muerent's Circus

    What do you mean?

    Was it you Ringmaster?

    Why no! Of course not! I am the lead! The head! And with the Chairman in such a terrible shape, the Muerent's Circus will need new help! And the old shall return! The old shall return!

    Are you sure it wasn’t you Ringmaster?