Meanwhile, Max Medici lead V. A. Vandevere, Monsieur Sotheby and Neils Skellig to where Dumbo was being held for his private photo shoots.
"So, this is where he's kept?" he asked, looking like he wasn't too impressed as he pointed his cane to the tent that had the elephant's name that stood on top of a poster which was coated in yellow painting above the entrance way with a big black feather standing on top of the letter 'M'.
"Yep, this is it," Max replied. "He's as real as rivets. Come and see for yourself. With all due respect, I haven't got all day."
Inside, Holt Farrier and his son, Joe, were using shovels to clear up elephant dung that Dumbo had produced into a wheelbarrow. It had such a horrible nauseate scent. Thankfully, Dumbo was only a quarter size of the other elephants, although he still managed to produce an awful lot of dung.
"Whatever he was fed with, never give him it again, ok?" Holt said, while trying not to breathe in the stinky smell. "We don't want the audience
In the caboose of Max's office, he went around his desk, sorting out what to tidy away as Vandevere took a sit and removed his glasses with Sotheby standing behind him with his arms folded behind his back. Neils Skellig stood next to the door, holding his hat beside his coat.
"Make yourself comfortable," Max said. "I'll get down after I've done this. Want a cup of coffee?" ask Max. "I have plenty."
"Don't mind if I do," said Vandevere, nodding slightly. "I could do with one after having a long journey to get here."
"Alright, then," Max said as he got his two cups ready. "Really though, I'd like to offer you a drink but, due to the celebrations, I'm all out of bourbon, brandy, cognac and scotch."
After filling up the two cups, he handed one over to the entrepreneur.
"You know, it's really hard to not believe how long I've been as ringmaster during my career," Max said. "Most would retire but I've still got it in me to keep going. I almost came close to doing when we got bombed in
New York City, March 8th, 1946
In New York, the sun shone brightly with clear blue skies over the city. Watching high above from his office window, while having his morning coffee, V. A. Vandevere read the day's morning newspaper. He read the news silently before his intrigued eyes glided over to the front cover image of Dumbo from his performance that was taken the night before.
"So the story is indeed true," he said to him, smiling with great interest. "This is very fascinating."
"Yes, it is, Sir." replied Monsieur Sotheby.
Vandevere continued to gaze at the photo of Dumbo, then rotated his chair to face the window, the sun's light beaming down upon him. He looked out to the near watery sea on the coast of the city before looking back at the photo of Dumbo. It was within that very moment that he saw a vision, one that he never before saw. Turning his chair around again, the entrepreneur put the newspaper down on his desk.
"Sotheby, can you please cancel my dinner with
As the audience settled in for what was to be a very entertaining evening, Max Medici gave a pre-show speech to his troupe.
"There are million of homes that have availability for this show tonight that will pay twenty to thirty dollars, hopefully, for the privilege to see you guys do what you've been doing for years before I came to take over in 1941 and now five years later this maybe my last stand as the ringmaster but have always believed that it's not yet time to retire. Since then, this circus made a goal to reach its climax but World War II cast a huge shadow over us and thus suffered two attacks and had lost dear friends and great performers but the one thing we've not lost was our beloved little Dumbo who at first had a tough start to his life and later proved to all that being different can be a good thing and lead to success and it did just that for him and helped this circus to live on even during it's darker times. Tonight, we thank Dumbo for all that he has done for this
Joplin, Missouri, March 4th, 1946
Forty eight hours had passed since the deal between Max and Kane was made. Tickets were sold out big time and the media was there in force to capture this big story that was unfolding. An army of police were needed to protect the public and to make sure no more protesters were seen or dared to sabotage the event. As Max Medici, Holt Farrier and the rest of the troupe were being interviewed by many of the reporters who were so eager and excited to get what was being told despite the recent troubles that had occurred days before, hopes ran high that the circus would survive and slowly grow back to becoming a big business again as it had been a few prior. One of the news reporters saw Dumbo over by the Big Top with Milly, Joe, Leo and Benny. He had been undergoing some the tests that Milly said she would experiment with him to help him get back to flying again. The reporter got his camera out but the lens wouldn't focus properly. He was then told that
As the day wore on into the early evening, Mrs Jumbo had finished making amends with the other elephants for her outburst from the night before after explaining everything to them but it would take a bit of time for them to let it sink in with what they had been told about her past. As she wondered back to her tent, she was confronted by Kiara and Monica.
"Hi, Mrs Jumbo, how you feeling right now?" asked Monica.
"A bit unsettling," replied Mrs Jumbo. "But I told the other elephants and they understood in the end. A part of me feels ashamed in doing so even when I spanked my own son. But he was out of line and never once had he done anything like that. But I'm his mother and I had to discipline him like any other mother would am I right?"
Kiara and Monica both looked at each other before looking back at Mrs Jumbo, agreeing silently.
"So rarely do me and Dumbo get into arguments," she said, swaying her trunk. "All because I never told him about my past life and his father. I'll have
Back in the tent, Mrs Jumbo was still stressed and upset. Max Medici told the rest to leave to give her time alone. But Kane was not going to let this night end like that. He wanted answers in hearing from Mrs Jumbo as to why she had not been herself as of late and further stressed. Punishing her son was one thing, but saw there was more to what she was letting out when she was spanking Dumbo. Max Medici was the last to leave and headed to his office to rest up after telling Mrs Jumbo that she and her son needed separate time alone. Kane waited, hiding behind the tend until he was out of sight. Then he made his move and went inside. Mrs Jumbo looked down at the ground, almost broken. She saw Kane locking eyes with her but did not want to talk and turned away.
"Please just leave me." she said.
"I'm not going to," Kane said, standing his ground. "You know why I'm here. So don't try anything to change my mind. Spanking your son, even though he behaved in the wrong way, was a bit too
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For a few weeks I've become a liked but mostly a misunderstood hated person on my social media life due to my outburst of how I despised the uncalled for rioting protesting behavior over the race and police crap and because apparently I'm a "racist" for not supporting the BLM or WLM movement. Look I've said this many times, "ALL LIVES MATTER NO MATTER WHAT OUR COLOUR!" I don't have any issues with people with regard to their skin color. I judge people, yes, but on their character and actions. That's not a racial action at all. I've even been called a xenophobic racist which is not true. For anyone else who's been called that I have my sympathy for them and for those who have called them or me an xenophobic racist can go f**k themselves for all I care.
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*Plays WWE: Undertaker Unused Theme Song: "Undertaker" (Original Jim Johnston Demo)*
2020 has been perhaps the most if not the worst year for anything life. While we celebrate Father's Day as best as we can, I however have been informed while I was looking on my Twitter page that one of WWE's most respected and perhaps a man with the greatest gimmick of all time, Mark Calaway, A.K.A The Undertaker, has officially retired at the age of 55.
On June 21, 2020 as part of the final episode of The Last Ride documentary series produced in collabration with Calaway, Undertaker announced his retirement from professional wrestling stating:
"Never say never, but … at this point in my life, and in my career, I have no desire to get back in the ring. This time the cowboy really rides away."
30 years in the wrestling business, is so long and for any wrestler that has gone that long or slight more, you can't blame them for retiring and Taker is one of those who you can't say no to for he's