Jester

The day had gone by slowly. All it really was, was preparation and promotion. Jester begun his day quietly--drinking a coffee, scanning the newspaper. Once the chill of early morning had dissipated, he busied himself with assembling some new equipment after its predecessors had finally buckled under the weight of age and constant use. Everyone had a role, and he was as intent on fulfilling his as usual. The sun had crawled by. Slowly, but inevitably. The sky was littered with dirty clouds that remained stubborn to stay where they were the whole day. Nonetheless, it was a good day. Fliers were handed out with no complaints of any more aggressive humans, for the time being. Equipment, though expensive, was cooperating well. The crowds seemed to be enjoying the performances once the sun fina