Where did this story come from? I honestly do not know. I had an alcoholic grandfather, my mom's dad, who would arrive at family functions so shitfaced she wouldn't let him in the house (being like that behind the wheel was fine, just as long he wasn't in our home spoiling the Christian vibe.) When I was four or so he arrived on Christmas eve, and though he couldn't come in, he did drop off a package for me. It was a toy called 'Flea Circus' that featured flea-shaped magnets that could do tricks like clinging to a miniature trapeeze and shit. Somehow that got extrapolated into this story, worlds removed from what really happened but that's how writing fiction works most of the time. Click on the title to read.
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