Funny Show at the Circus (11)

“F-Fran, big sis! The senior is talking to a horse! He must be so angry he’s gone a little crazy!”

No, you little bitch.

But all that whinnying made it look damn ridiculous. I scowled at the thought, and the bicorn spoke.

“Hrring-hihih. Hihihing-hih hing-purr. (I can break it. Free me, and I’ll help.)”

“Hing. Hing-purr-purr. (All right. Wait a little.)”

I nodded. Helping one foal while I was at it wouldn’t be a big deal.

<Rosanna? Before you were brought here, had you ever met Anasis? Did she touch the back of your neck or anything?>

<Yes. When we first met, she patted my head.>

<Besides you, the other children, and the freak-show performers, how many people have been tormenting you?>

<The people who train the animals and us… there are six, besides the ringmaster and Lady Anasis.>...