Mr. Doodles and the Circus of Dreams🔊

Once upon a time, in the heart of a mighty city, there existed a famous circus known as 'The Circus of Dreams'. Known for its bizarre and beautiful shows, it attracted visitors from across the globe, the rich and poor, the young and old alike. Our story is not about the magnificent performances, but one of the smallest acts, the lonely clown, known as Mr. Doodles.

Mr. Doodles was not a regular clown. He couldn't juggle, he couldn't do acrobatics nor did he enjoy being the joke. However, he had a peculiar talent that made him stand out - he could bring drawings to life. He would draw animals, birds, and with a touch, they would come alive and perform alongside him.

One day, the ringmaster decided that the circus needed something bigger, and he asked Mr. Doodles to draw a dragon. Unsure but obedient, Mr. Doodles spent nights sketching the terrifyingly majestic creature.

The day had come, and the audience was eager. The spotlight fell on Mr. Doodles, and he, with trembling hands, touched his creation. A loud rumble echoed, and the canvas moved as the beast came to life.

To everyone's surprise and terror, the dragon didn't roar or breathe fire, but it came out as a gentle creature, obedient to Mr. Doodles. Seeing the beauty of this magical occurrence, the crowd erupted into applause. A surprised but relieved Mr. Doodles bowed, and for the first time, he enjoyed being in the center of attention.

With each passing day, Mr. Doodles grew fond of his dragon. He named it Draco, and they became an inseparable pair. Draco would playfully swoop above the crowd, and Mr. Doodles would depict their story with his drawings.

Days turned into weeks and then months. Draco was not of this world, and he began to weaken. Mr. Doodles, heartbroken, realized that his friend was fading away. He drew a vast mountain landscape with plenty of food and restful rivers, then gently beckoned Draco into the picture. As Draco entered the canvas, his energy returned, and he flew around the mountains full of life.

Tears blurred Mr. Doodles' vision as he touched the canvas one last time. He turned away, and behind him, the canvas rolled itself up. He walked away from the ring, leaving his life of performance behind with Draco, who will forever live in the Circus of Dreams.

That night the city was quiet. The Circus of Dreams had lost one of its most magical acts. The pop of the corn, the cheer of the crowd, children's laughter echoed softly in the distance but the ring was empty. A lonely spotlight was cast on a rolled-up canvas which held an immortal story of love and magic.

In the new dawn, there was only one act that was performed. Mr. Doodles, no longer part of the circus, sat under a large willow tree, drawing. The children gathered around him, their eyes wide with excitement. With just a touch, a parade of creatures sprang to life from the paper, playing and prancing around the children, filling the city with laughter and joy once again. Only this time, Mr. Doodles wasn't performing for the crowd. He was sharing his life, his love, his magic.

Years later, when Mr. Doodles passed away, it was found that he left behind a final canvas. It was unmarked, untouched. The city gathered, and one kid with trembling hands touched the canvas. The canvas came alive revealing an elder clown, blissfully asleep under a willow tree, with a dragon playfully swirling in the sky. The immortal life of Mr. Doodles and Draco continued, keeping alive the magic, making their town The True Circus of Dreams.