Please read my latest short story:
The Carnival

Here is a snippet:

(A man comes under a large tent where a circus freak resides with an elaborately colorful, stuffed parrot. Its wings should be spread as if captured right as it was about to leap off of the ground.)

The Freak:
Come here often, or is it your first time?

The Man:
(Looking around anxiously)

I know not of how I came here, good sir,
but oft to quote are the denizens here,
“See the Freak, see the Freak,” at my queries
that those queries transformed themselves thusly:
“Who’s the Freak?” but still they chant, “See the Freak.”
‘Til I say, “Where?” and direct me they here.

The Freak:
(To the parrot)
Comes to see the Freak, but not to marvel.
(To the Man)
Your questions will do little to serve you.
(To the parrot)
All asked questioned that now say, “See the Freak.”

The Man:
What is that parrot you are talking to?

Finish reading:
The Carnival