The Traveling Show

The menagerie was something entirely new to her. Throngs of people streamed through cages containing lions, bears, and wild looking giant wolves. Sheltered by a striped tent, a man ate fire. Cacophonous din surrounded her, broken only occasionally by the roar of a lion or the trumpeting of one of the strange gray giant war cows. Rosalyn did not know the creatures’ proper name. She stood, transfixed by the acrobats and a man walking the tightrope deftly, carrying a child on his shoulders. The road had been hard, but a smile split her face. This was a well deserved treat.