Bent and Beat

when i was five my mother took me to the circus. It was a rainy august night and the thunder spooked the monkeys. They stampeded, leaving their little fezs and vests crushed in the mud alongside the trampled corpse of my mother. All the while the
Leipzigs stood watching with bared teeth, flinging their feces at the crowd.

my mother will tell you this is not what happened at all. i guess it's just one of those rashomon things.