The magician walked down the metal-grate stairs to the walkway above the huge tank of swirling, purple water. He flipped his top hat and dumped out sparkling dust which floated down into the mix. “Hxxzzyyhffwwt!” he exclaimed but just then he lost his footing on the wet metal and tumbled headfirst into the roiling liquid. The audience gasped and some laughing nervously.
Jake, Jerry, and Mel had climbed near the top of the tallest trees just to get some kind of a view of the sky above. Hanging precariously, they watched for the planes to return. Jake had the binoculars and he scanned the patches of blue through the branches. May called something unintelligible from below and Mel shouted, “Can’t hear,” but she went on talking.
Emily burst into the elephant cage, dressed in her circus outfit: a lot of silver tassels and feathers, and platform shoes. Everything shone or sparkled as she moved, including her tan legs and arms which were oiled and covered with glitter. Now she moved fast- the cage was in chaos: the elephant flailed about, trying to dislodge the lion which had sunken its teeth into its neck and was hanging on with its powerful claws. With acrobatic ease, Emily jumped and grabbed onto the lion which only dug its claws an teeth deeper into the elephant’s thick flesh. The three of them crashed around in the cage, smashing against the bars, destroying the wooden troughs, spilling water and peanuts everywhere.