Bunco and Jaggs’ Circus of Whimsy and Merriment

Still in the planning stage, Bunco and Jaggs’ Circus of Whimsy and Merriment, is a book written by Mr Septimus Jaggs in an attempt to generate interest in what appears to be a circus in the final stages of its life.He’s trying to raise funds, you see. The following extract is a brief intro to the book which will eventually be a series of interconnected short stories concerning each of the acts.

So without further ado (whatever that is) I present:

Bunco and Jaggs’ Circus of Whimsy and Merriment.

Welcome to Bunco and Jaggs’ Circus of Whimsy and Merriment. Yes, it is an awful name, Mr Bunco’s idea I’m afraid, senior partner rights and all that. There was nothing to be done at the time, not when he’d already bought the sign.

As you may have surmised, I am Jaggs, Mr Septimus Jaggs, and I am part owner of this very establishment. Mr Oliver Bunco, is my peripatetic partner who has not been seen for some time. Opinion of his whereabouts is divided. Some say he was lost at sea while hunting for the mysterious Fijian Mermaid. I says, he’s drownded his good self in a bottle of absinthe in a dark hole somewhere – one can only hope.

For myself, I am named in the traditional manner being, as I am, the seventh son of a seventh son. I was born of circus stock, raised in the circus and I have no doubt that I shall die in the circus. Hopefully as the result of a wayward trapezist who has got lost during a particularly daring attempt at a quadruple twisting salmon, or some such. Not like my poor father, who was killed after being punched in the “lower abdomen” by an angry midget while he was juggling monkeys.

Nobody wants to go like that.

It was horrible.

My father was the second greatest juggler I ever saw. Nobody could juggle monkeys like him. The greatest juggler I ever saw was, The Amazing Pinco. He would juggle large double-headed axes like they was toys. Up and over they’d go, in cascades, showers, flats; he had all the moves. He thrilled us all with his skill and dexterity, all of which was leading up to his big finish.

The Amazing Pinco would throw one of his axes a little higher than normal to leave room for a quick spin. He’d be facing his audience again as the axe came down and was caught, perfectly. Up it would go again, a little higher this time, he’d make two spins and The Amazing Pinco would still manage to get around for the catch. But that was nothing.

A third time he sent the axe up, higher than before. He spun not once, not twice but three times and as he completed his third spin he bent his body forward and with a smile only a true professional could muster, he performed the neck catch.

It was the single most spectacular trick I have ever seen any juggler perform.

Of course, he could only do it the once.

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