MYO-1833: Topsy

On the warm sandy beach, under the glow of the crystals lost beyond the fog, Topsy laid under an umbrella wedged in the ground. The clown did like the beach and the thought of running around to enjoy the ocean, maybe even to play some games meant for outdoors. However, Topsy so rarely got days off from the circus and the thought of moving from his comfortable towel was a dreadful thought. He just wanted to curl up and sleep with the sounds of the sea beside him. Even better that...

There was something unnerving about the masquerade’s crowds, the eyes that seemed to follow Topsy’s every movement. They were like a pack of wolves, each one waiting on the outskirts for someone to drop. It was very different to being above crowds on a stage or trapeze wire, where instead of judgement and whispers, all Topsy heard were cheers. He wasn’t naive, he knew that dressing like his usual clown self but with a slightly floral twist for such a fancy party might make others...

Through the slightest rip in the circus tent’s fabric, Topsy stared out at the downpour of rain outside with a heavy sign. When the weather was so uncertain, not a single bun dared to visit and that meant he had a long day of no performances. A break was always welcome, but not during the kind of days where restlessness was at an all time high. Topsy never felt settled when it rained, instead he had a cramping in his legs that begged him to run around and practice his flips. Somethin...

With the lights of his dressing room dim and the scent of recently eaten mochis permeating the air, Topsy cuddled up on his room’s plush couch. He had kicked off his high heels and wrapped himself up in a fluffy blanket. Everything felt so warm and true to his vice of sloth, Topsy was fighting to keep his eyes open. He had a big performance today for the holidays and he had been gifted so many moon mochis from his fans. Mochis that he couldn’t help eating until there was not a sing...