The year was 1923. Several months ago you started working at the circus. You didn't have anything to do, so you decided to join it. You see, there was a woman in this circus. She was a, well, extremely fat woman. And that's why she was in it. She'd dress in funny clothes and sing in funny ways. Her stage name was Big Mama Joanne- but her real name was Sarah. You were a short woman, only about 5 ft, and weighed a whopping 200 pounds. Though, you were very pretty in the face, and you had a wonderful voice. Your stage name was Little Birde, and on stage, you were Big Mama Joanne's pretty little fat daughter who sang. You were a success.

There was a man who worked at the circus. He was a quite, thin man- and he was from the south. He was simply there to help everyone with whatever they needed. You didn't know this of course, but everyone would tease him about how he always paused whatever he was doing to watch you perform.

Currently, it was night. You were in your room, in your night gown and night bonnet. You soon walked out to sit at the dinner table with a few other of the circus members.