Anyway, my battle gear consisted of a red and yellow harlequin costume, with curly boots that had bells at the very tips, brass knuckles, and AN OSTRICH. Yes, that's right. I rode an ostrich into battle while dressed as a traditional Italian clown to fight intercity gangsters.....WITH OPERA. Cripes, I love my dreams so damn much.....<3
Anyway, with much trepedation I finally worked up the courage to ride out into the center of the ring, where Pierrot was tied to a chair and looking absolutely wretched. The gangsters turned to me and rolled their eyes, not believing that a clown girl riding an ostrich could possibly pose any threat.
"You're wrong," I said aloud. "Ostrich can be quite dangerous!" I jumped off, and the ostrich began to attack them with it's powerful claws, while I jumped up and down pumping my fists in the air and shouting wordlessly. Then the ostrich died.
"Dangerous, eh?" said one of the gangsters in what was clearly intended to be a mocking voice, though there were bleeding gashes all over his chest and neck. He had a knife.
"Yeah, um, kinda like raptors, they're sorta decended from dinosaurs and stuff, y'know, and um they're better runners than horses..." I said all this very quickly while backing away.
"Bullshit, it's a bird, not a dinosaur!" he said angrily.
"FOR ALL YOU KNOW IT COULD BE!" I screamed, and punched him in the middle of the nose. He flopped over dead, and all the other gangsters rode away.
I ran over to Pierrot, hugged him, and resurrected my ostrich with my victory-powers. Then we rode around and around the tent in triumph and became best friends.
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