"Go ahead, go ahead! See with your own eyes the monster of our circus!" The voice of Strade, the master of ceremonies, reached audibly to his ears on his head, which were flattened as he lay seated in the exhibition space where it was placed every day that the circus opened to be exhibited.

He listened to the surprised gasps of children, the taunts of adults, and he closed his eyes when some corn hit him. However, he remained motionless and without looking up from his hands due to the anxiety of being mocked by so many people. He would like it to be different.