The Clown
The lion tamer found very little to do without his lions. He drank himself into a stupor most days and wandered glassy-eyed into the woods, where they heard him cracking his whip from time to time.
The Scales
“I used to have a dog, before we left—I mean, he’ll be long dead. But I’ll get another one, maybe. And birds. Remember sometimes, you’d wake up in the morning, and hear the birds outside?”