Tigers, trampolines, and the three rings
(This is what I have so far.) Everyone loves the circus, right? The excitement, the suspense, the sheer magic of a circus. Well, what if I told you that my circus had real magic, real danger, real suspense? You wouldn’t believe me. You’d simply think that I was trying to convince you to buy tickets to my show. A circus is a circus, right? WRONG! Shut up and let me explain myself before you assume that you know. First, my name is Eilonwy Edna Poe. People refer to me as Eilo or sometimes E.E.P. Anyway, I work with tigers in my circus, obviously. There are no sissy lions, just the beautiful, powerful, majestic tigers. Okay, so you caught me. I don’t OWN the circus. My uncle does, but I do really work with the tigers. I don’t think a seventeen year old could run a circus very well. Anyway, I live with my uncle, traveling with him and his circus. Apparently, I kind of look like a cat. Or tiger, maybe. I’ve got long red hair that has a natural wave to it. People like to complimen...