Midgets, or to be politically correct, small people, are just amazing. I have been asked by Jameed to post a tilly putty thought about midgets and trampolines. I hope this doesn’t come across the wrong way for I hold the utmost respect to all people regardless of color, size, race or religion. This is just a tilly putty thought, no more, no less.

There’s almost always a circus in Amman and you can bet your beans that it’s almost always Ukrainian. I wonder why that is. Are Ukrainian people keen on performing twisted tricks in front of peoples of other cultures? I really don’t know the answer to this question, and frankly I have never been to a commercial circus in my entire life. A commercial circus is the typical mental image of a circus everyone has, a gigantic striped tent housing animals in captivity, clowns and ladies in skimpy latex clothes.
I am always in a bigger circus. You know what that is, and if you don’t then you’re not witty enough, dear. Do not take offense at that, I can understand that maybe you are not in the mood to be witty. It’s fine, you are not ill.

I know someone who fears clowns. He was shaken up as a child after seeing a black clown doing a usual trick. I am not sure what scared him about that, I know that clowns can come in a variety of colors. My favorites are Arab clowns, simply because I meet so many. Now you can exercise your wits, dear.
I like jumping on beds and mattresses. And to my great amazement this hobby is widely adopted by circus people in a slightly modified way. But that does not satisfy Tololy’s picky taste. I will try to depict a verbal picture of my ideal circus.

First of all, it will have trained people who jump into fire rings once Mr.Lion snaps his beautiful black leather whip. “Snap!” they jump, never hesitant and never rebellious. A group of Siberian tigers monitor the scene.
It should also have an Iguana for presenter, and a good number of talking seals ordering the captive people around. Several chimps will usher the audience into the big tent and others will provide food for the trained people. Now certainly this magical circus must have a trampoline, with midgets jumping up and down on it until their brains spill out and cover the circus floor. On second thoughts, that’s awfully bloody, I don’t want that. I want the midgets to be part of the recruiting crew, they choose which normal sized people to be trained and for what tricks. It’s their moment of glory, look at them in that circus, ordering normal sized people about and forcing them into jumping on the trampoline wearing banana leaves.

“You, the 6 ft blonde over there, jump until your legs fall apart”

Circus midgets like to enjoy cinnamon rolls and mango juice as they watch.