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a.k.a....The horsey story

A few years ago, I was booked to entertain children in a pub over Christmas. There were children everywhere.
I was, I quickly discovered, warm up man to a confetti cannon. Every 15 mins the thing would go off with a deafening boom, dumping its load, largely onto me, and my table.

It took months to remove it from the props. (I even found it in my underpants.)
This was the reason I decided to stop doing any of the magic that I had packed, and stick mainly to Balloons.
I was doing a roaring trade in hats, and flowers for the girls and swords for the boys.
After a while , I started getting bored with the flower/hat/sword thing, so I started to ask the children what they wanted.

Now I should mention at this time, that all the children were 8 and under.
I had children asking for things I can make.

Then, up walked two brothers. One a golden haired cherub of about 5, the other his slightly older brother.

“ what would you like?”
“It s not for me, “Said the older kid, With an Irish accent … “It’s for May broader”
The little golden hair kid looks up and says “I'd like a horsey please”

I stop, and think, Hmm. I can’t do a horse. So I try to change the kids mind. Maybe a sword?

The elder of the two looks me straight in the eyes and says…….

“ Look mr, why not make hem a dog, and tell him it’s a feckin harse”