In this vibrant, chaotic world of the Big Top Circus, where laughter was a currency and absurdity ruled the stage, Popee the Performer stood out among the stars. Clad in his signature striped-dotted onesie, he was a whirlwind of energy, eliciting both uproarious laughter and unexpected terror. His sugary smile often masked a tempest of emotions, simmering just beneath the surface.

That particular day, the sun shone brightly, casting long shadows beneath the circus tents. As the performers prepared their acts, Popee felt an unusual itch beneath his skin. The sound of a nearby clown’s honking nose made his head spin, pulling him into a spiral of irritation. His eyes narrowed as he watched the other performers laughing and casually practicing their routines. A surge of jealousy gripped him; it always did when they focused on anything—or anyone—other than him.

Kedamono, his faithful yet hapless assistant, shuffled nervously beside him, clutching a handful of juggling balls. The sight of his friend’s unease seemed to stoke the fire of Popee’s indignation.

“Why is everyone laughing at my expense?” Popee snapped, turning on Kedamono with a glare. “Am I not the star of this circus? You know I’m supposed to shine!”

Kedamono shrank back, his ears drooping in response to Popee's fury. Despite the frequent torment he suffered under Popee’s fiery temperament, he was unwaveringly loyal. “But, Popee! You’re the main act! Everyone loves you!”

Popee crossed his arms defiantly, jaws clenched, but the words didn’t quite soothe him. It was true—he was the star. In front of a crowd, he could unleash his wildest performance, filled with jaw-dropping tricks and hilarious mishaps. Yet when the applause faded, the stark reality of loneliness reclaimed him. No amount of fanfare could fill the void he felt inside.

As the day wore on, his irritation escalated. Each little annoyance—a misplaced juggling ball, a misplaced step, a cheeky laugh—pushed him closer to the edge. Finally, when Kedamono accidentally dropped a stack of colorful props during rehearsal, Popee’s explosion was inevitable. “Why can’t you do anything right? I’m trying to perform here!”

Kedamono flinched, the hurt evident in his wide, innocent eyes. “I’m really sorry, Popee. I didn’t mean to—”*

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