at one table so we don’t spoil the party.” Ginger playfully slapped his arm.
“You know we aren’t that bad, Eritol!”
Eritol blushed. “You aren’t, Ms. Ginger.”
They arrived at the table, and Tryfod stood up to greet them. “Ahhh! You’re here. Wonderful! Miss Ruth, a few introductions are in order. You of course know Eritol, our Ringmaster, Ginger, the Head of the Dancing Ladies, and Eliza, the Head Female Elder. Now I must introduce our other leaders.”
A round man with black hair and a goatee stood up. He was as round and puffy as a hot air balloon. His eyes were sparkly, and his cheeks were painted hot pink. He was wearing a red satin costume with pants and black suspenders. His bow tie was too small for his large frame and looked like it belonged on a doll. “This is Boobamboo. He is the Head of the Animal Tamers.” Boobamboo made a deep bow and resumed his seat.
Tryfod pointed to the man sitting next to him. The man was extremely tall – though not as tall as Eritol, extremely thin – though not as thin as Eritol, and had a big nose, skinny lips, and a long forehead. His brown, wavy hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and he was wearing a black leotard. “This is Reeceecee. He is our Master Tight Rope Walker.” Reeceecee waved his hand and made a short bow. He appeared annoyed.
Sitting next to Reeceecee was an exotic lady with wavy black hair. She wore a long, leopard print dress, and she had coffee colored skin, ruby red lips, and big brown eyes. She looked like a model, or maybe even a doll. “Ruth, this is Lady Karinza. She is the Mistress of the Acrobats. Next to her, you will see Sir Adalberto. He is the Master of the Flame Throwers.” Master Adalberto waved his red cape and made a big bow. He walked over to kiss Ruth’s tiny hand. He was handsome, and he spoke in a lovely Spanish accent.
“Miss Ruth, if there is anything I can get you, anything at all, please just let me know.”
Ruth blushed. “Thank you, Sir Adalberto.”
Ruth looked up when she heard a rustling from the back of the room. Frantically running up to the table was Pepé. Ruth was so ecstatic that she thought she might cheer. She was relieved to see him at the table. Tryfod sighed. He was not as amused. “And as always, running late, I think you’ve met Pepé, the Head of our Costume Department.”
Pepé kneeled at Ruth’s feet and kissed her hands again. “Mua. Mua. MuaMuaMua. You are ztill zo beeeuttiful. You look az though I juz took you out of Pepé’s majic chair.” Tryfod looked down disapprovingly while Ruth was trying to hide her giggles. “That’ll be enough Pepé. Let’s take our seat. Ruth, you’re in between Eritol and Ginger.”
Tryfod stood up and waved his hand. Tiny lights in the placed in the middle of all of the tables grew brighter and then dimmer. Everyone became silent.
“Good evening. As you all know, for many generations, the leaders table has remained one chair shy of being full. Tonight, that is no more. If you would like to pay your respects to Miss Ruth, I suggest you do it quickly. Miss Ginger is keeping her on a schedule. With that, I ask Lucin to bring around the dinners.”
The banquet hall erupted in a loud cheer. Lucin appeared with at least 50 other men pushing carts stacked sky high with plates. Ruth was the first to receive her plate, but the men worked so quickly that they were to the back of the room before she could blink twice. Ruth greedily devoured the first tiny course. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but it was pretty and delicious.
The meal continued for an eternity - course after course after course. She eventually lost track of how many courses were placed in front of her. Lucin and his men delivered each new course with such speed that Ruth thought she was watching a food eating contest. The room buzzed with conversation, and the more Ruth ate of the delicious food, the harder it was to keep up with the talk at the table. She was becoming
“You know we aren’t that bad, Eritol!”
Eritol blushed. “You aren’t, Ms. Ginger.”
They arrived at the table, and Tryfod stood up to greet them. “Ahhh! You’re here. Wonderful! Miss Ruth, a few introductions are in order. You of course know Eritol, our Ringmaster, Ginger, the Head of the Dancing Ladies, and Eliza, the Head Female Elder. Now I must introduce our other leaders.”
A round man with black hair and a goatee stood up. He was as round and puffy as a hot air balloon. His eyes were sparkly, and his cheeks were painted hot pink. He was wearing a red satin costume with pants and black suspenders. His bow tie was too small for his large frame and looked like it belonged on a doll. “This is Boobamboo. He is the Head of the Animal Tamers.” Boobamboo made a deep bow and resumed his seat.
Tryfod pointed to the man sitting next to him. The man was extremely tall – though not as tall as Eritol, extremely thin – though not as thin as Eritol, and had a big nose, skinny lips, and a long forehead. His brown, wavy hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and he was wearing a black leotard. “This is Reeceecee. He is our Master Tight Rope Walker.” Reeceecee waved his hand and made a short bow. He appeared annoyed.
Sitting next to Reeceecee was an exotic lady with wavy black hair. She wore a long, leopard print dress, and she had coffee colored skin, ruby red lips, and big brown eyes. She looked like a model, or maybe even a doll. “Ruth, this is Lady Karinza. She is the Mistress of the Acrobats. Next to her, you will see Sir Adalberto. He is the Master of the Flame Throwers.” Master Adalberto waved his red cape and made a big bow. He walked over to kiss Ruth’s tiny hand. He was handsome, and he spoke in a lovely Spanish accent.
“Miss Ruth, if there is anything I can get you, anything at all, please just let me know.”
Ruth blushed. “Thank you, Sir Adalberto.”
Ruth looked up when she heard a rustling from the back of the room. Frantically running up to the table was Pepé. Ruth was so ecstatic that she thought she might cheer. She was relieved to see him at the table. Tryfod sighed. He was not as amused. “And as always, running late, I think you’ve met Pepé, the Head of our Costume Department.”
Pepé kneeled at Ruth’s feet and kissed her hands again. “Mua. Mua. MuaMuaMua. You are ztill zo beeeuttiful. You look az though I juz took you out of Pepé’s majic chair.” Tryfod looked down disapprovingly while Ruth was trying to hide her giggles. “That’ll be enough Pepé. Let’s take our seat. Ruth, you’re in between Eritol and Ginger.”
Tryfod stood up and waved his hand. Tiny lights in the placed in the middle of all of the tables grew brighter and then dimmer. Everyone became silent.
“Good evening. As you all know, for many generations, the leaders table has remained one chair shy of being full. Tonight, that is no more. If you would like to pay your respects to Miss Ruth, I suggest you do it quickly. Miss Ginger is keeping her on a schedule. With that, I ask Lucin to bring around the dinners.”
The banquet hall erupted in a loud cheer. Lucin appeared with at least 50 other men pushing carts stacked sky high with plates. Ruth was the first to receive her plate, but the men worked so quickly that they were to the back of the room before she could blink twice. Ruth greedily devoured the first tiny course. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but it was pretty and delicious.
The meal continued for an eternity - course after course after course. She eventually lost track of how many courses were placed in front of her. Lucin and his men delivered each new course with such speed that Ruth thought she was watching a food eating contest. The room buzzed with conversation, and the more Ruth ate of the delicious food, the harder it was to keep up with the talk at the table. She was becoming
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