Circus Fever, acrylic, 24 x 48
Elizabeth W. Seaver
Melba and Bartholomew had been good all week. Not because they were naturally well-behaved, docile birds, but an enticing motivator for best behavior had been offered by their teacher, Ms. Betterfeather.
She announced her plan on the Monday before the circus was to be in town. With some difficulty she got the attention of the twittering group. "Behave well for a week," Ms. Betterfeather promised, "And you will receive a ticket to the circus."
Well, Melba and Bartholomew fell for the bribe, hook, line and sinker. And although neither of them had behaved well through an entire day before, much less a whole week, they knew they could do it. They must do it.
They chattered all the way home from school every day. They chirped and tweeted as they visited each other's nests. Finally, their mothers put wings over ears and pushed them out on the ground to play with the dress up box.
Here was magic! One couldn't go to the circus in one's every day clothes, could one? That would never do.
Well, you know what happened. Ms. Betterfeather enjoyed a blissful week in the classroom, at least where Melba and Bartholomew were concerned. And the jester and the king were granted permission to race their bicycles to the circus for the Saturday matinée.