You were an act in Barnum’s circus, you thought he was a great man, he had pulled you out of the dark and pushed you into the light. You were a desired act, everybody loved to see you.

You sat on his desk, he wanted to talk to you after the show, to congratulate you somehow. You heard the sand kicking, waiting for Barnum to appear. Once he did, you saw a smile turn up on his face, it was contagious.