Dost Thou Leg Break?
“How’s his mood tonight?” the sword swallower asked, nervously fiddling with his knives and blades. “Does it matter? Do your act, get off the stage, and hope for the best,” the juggler said. “It beats digging potatoes in the snow.” “Do you think the Fool is doing okay?” the swallower asked. “I hear laughing, but … Read moreDost Thou Leg Break?