No mmm---balloon animals.

*gives a balloon animal*

Hnnn... not... no! I look pudgy enough as it is! A-a-and Ada is taller.

Nnn.... no. I'm married to Ada. Mostly very h-happily, except we're hardly awake at the same time and she is still a-afraid of what I am.

That's how she puts it. She's not afraid of me, but what I... aaa...
am.

*pulls a bunch of flowers from thin air and hands them to Kayla*

Hhhh... my head... I can't think about things like that. I...
I pray for an end. Of some kind.

...*smile*

*covers eyes* Probably nothing good.
A-although, being born in Germany in the 1920s being like this was... perhaps worse. I was lucky.

No, I like to laugh!

A-at 7am every morning, I fall asleep. E-except Ada says it's more like I fall dead. I d-don't move, I'm cold like a corpse. I don't wake up again until 7pm.

Hhh... I hn... wake up, and Ada will be there, we get ready for the circus performance if there is one. Otherwise we practice for a few hours. Ada... can stay up a while now, she sleeps a lot in the day, but normally I try to make her sleep a little. When she sleeps I do some moonlight photography, or hunt rabbits. *twitch*

Once there was a little boy who lived in a slum in Hamberg with his parents, siblings and cousins. He didn't go to school, he worked wherever he could: in the market, in the mine, at the docks, looking forward to the day when he would be big and strong and able to support his family. Hh-he didn't grow big. Not at 11, not at 12, not at 13, or 14, or 15, or 16, h-he didn't grow any taller at all, and his family saw him as a burdon. At sixteen, his parents hired him out to a travelling freak show for a lot of money, and he never saw them again.

He ran away from there when he heard of somewhere that payed better, a-and he found a profession where he could make people happy, where people laughed with him, not at him. He married a pretty lady who was almost as small as him, and who thought of him as a man no matter what, and he lived happily ever after.

Hhhh...uhhhh... I am a clown!

Hhh... there was a fire, I was safe, but Ada was trapped. A lady at the circus said she would send my Ada somewhere safe where we could one day be reunited, if I gave her my soul. I didn't *hic* know she was serious, but of course I said yes. Now I can't die. I can't die and I can't think and hhhh...

If someone finds it, finds that lt bottle and gives it back, I don't know if I'll drop dead or carry on living a normal lifespam, but it would be wonderful .

*twitch* I www-wasn't evil... I just... really needed to eat people.

Aaaand now... I'm getting better.
Because I have a lovely wife called Ada.

I'd be sort of hh-happy. I'm not meant to be alive. Been alive *twitch* too long. I would explain to Ada, and have a final happy night with her, and then die in her arms. It would be good

Hhh... while Ada is awake, I'm going to take her for a romantic moonlit walk. I love Ada <3 She is so patient with me.

Balloons!

I never learned to read, but I don't think I'm sss-s-stupid. When my head is clearer, I mean. I'd have liked to be a farmer. Dairy. I considered retiring into that when Ada and I grew too old for the circus, or if we wanted to settle down.