Dumbo

The whip cuts across the sky.

Armpit!
Armpit…
Squeal.

Nobody applauds.
This show is only for the chosen few.
Feel chosen…

Dumbo.
That’s what I called him.
Because it’s a circus.

On the back. The whip cuts the skin.
He bent over.
Tears in black horse eyes.
I clench my hands.

Armpit!
On the legs.
He closed his eyes.
As if he wanted to disappear…

Dumbo stands and shakes at the entrance. The trader doesn’t open the door for him and cracks his back with a whip: “come in, victim of fate!”

Funny?
I look at the closed wooden door. Dumbo doesn’t even know what’s going on. He won’t open them. So how would he get in…

I rub my hands together.
Cool.
I say quietly, “We’ll buy it, leave it alone…”

But the dealer persists.
Dumbo starts dancing in place. He jumps from foot to foot. Bat dances with him.

Finally he bangs his head on the door. From despair. In desperation.

I can’t stand it.

I take out my phone.
I’m calling Mr. Dariusz. We met over the weekend. He said that in case of emergency, call immediately, even at night. It will help you redeem.

Well, I’m calling.
Oh my naivety, I’m calling like a fool…

Mr. Dariusz was first outraged. It’s 7 a.m. after all. Almost. I look twice at my watch. Well, it’s not even nothing. But maybe he’s having a bad day.

I’m telling a story. Dumbo was supposed to compete. But he fell over. It turned out that he had some kind of paralysis. They loaded it right away.

Mr. Dariusz is listening. I turn on the camera discreetly. It shows Dumbo banging his head on the door. Finally he asks, “So, is she really such a scoundrel? Could I enter him in a competition?”

And I listen and feel like an idiot. Basically, she’s an idiot…

I don’t even answer.
I take the phone away from my ear.
I hear Mr. Dariusz shouting something else.

I put my phone in my pocket.
I wipe my tears.

I take some photos of Dumbo.
Once he was inside.
I am sending this appeal to the world.
To you.

I’m only leaving out Mr. Dariusz’s number. Because Dumbo will never compete again.

But he will perform the show of his life tonight. In the moonlight he will dance the last dance on the gangplank.

Armpit! The whip will cross the sky.
And the car will lock. And they’ll take Dumbo away. They will take away his terrified eyes and his pounding heart to silence it.

Sorry.
I thought I would give you a break today and deal with the issue differently. Unfortunately, as much as PLN 5,500 is missing.
After paying the deposit, he was given a month to collect the remaining amount – until Monday, December 2.

But you’re Dumbo’s only option.
Be with him today.