Wednesday, 10 April 2013

The magician (by Mireia Tirado)

The magician chose me out of all the people to get into that box. He was going to cut me in half with a saw.
But he saw my face of panic, so he offered to change the trick and he made me just disappear...
Next thing I remember is the vision of the ceiling of the circus tent from the inside of a hat and a huge desire to eat lettuce and carrots!


  

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