Magic Rabbit Carpet Ride (handmade collage)
Out of the hat. Into the hat. Now you see me. Now you don't. Three shows a night, Monday through Friday. My achin' ears couldn't take another yank. If you don't believe me, just ask my audiologist. You think I was born with these hearing aids? Last week after a particularly over zealous performance I decided to hit the road. I waited until the club closed and when the lights went out I snuck from my hutch, found a delightfully cozy lunch bag that I pulled onto the old guy's magic carpet, climbed inside it, recited the incantation, and flew out the skylight and into the night sky. I must have fallen asleep sailing among the stars because when I awoke it was morning with not a tall building in sight. Below me unfurled a carpet of the most mouth-watering grass I have ever seen. I set down in a pretty little meadow and sampled a blade. It was exquisite and absolutely nothing like those flavorless pellets the old guy feeds me. Since then I have been in heaven. And while I can't say for certain that I'll never go back, for the time being I'm happy to be out of show business.