“Hurry along, Cedric. We don’t want to be late for tea,” the hobo said to the clown.
“Food is all you ever think about. Why not enjoy the moment instead of dashing full speed into the unknown?” replied the clown.
“As you wish,” said Bartholomew while he tried to catch falling autumn leaves.
Cedric struck up a jolly tune, and the two companions danced their way into the village.
“Let’s see if we can’t get beef tonight,” offered the hobo.
“But of course,” replied the clown.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. I am pleased to introduce you to Cedric the Great,” cried Bartholomew.
Cedric struck up a happy jig as a crowd formed, followed by a dance and acrobatic performances. “Yes indeed, Cedric has won the hearts of Kings, Queens, and Tsars. Today, he is yours to marvel at,” cried the hobo.
The two showmen gave the group thrills and chills. Cedric catapulted himself high over the people, landing in Bartholomew’s hat.
“Our final act has the great Cedric juggling three eggs as he plays a local favorite,” announced the hobo.
When the performance finished, they handed the hat around. The sound of coins hitting each other brought smiles to the performers.
“How much tonight, Bert?” asked the clown.
“Two pounds five, not bad for a one-horse town,” said the hobo with a wry smile. The friends retired to the tavern for a meal and a room.
They settled the bill and headed to their next destination the following day..
“I was thinking all this traveling makes a man weary. We should settle down like country squires and enjoy life before pushing up daisies?” asked Cedric.
“And miss out on all this fun? Why, Cedric, I’m surprised at you. A man of your talents should live like a king, not a squire,” said Bartholomew.
“Easy for you to say, I’m doing all the work,” replied his friend.
“Who is the one who brings in the crows that lay silver at our feet? Weary in body, yes, but our spirit is strong,” said the hobo.
The friends silently walked until Cedric played an old folk song about a sailor missing home.
“Your music speaks volumes, my friend. Let’s finish the summer and make our way home before the first snow,” Bartholomew offered.
“Music to my ears,” Cedric replied. He changed the tune to a merry jig. Then, he invited the hobo to dance along.
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