The crowds were shrinking. The magician was good, but pulling a rabbit from his hat and sawing a woman in half didn’t cut it anymore. His illusions didn’t measure up when they could see a moving picture for the same nickel.
It was time to close up the theatre. The magician could go west and join up with a traveling show. The money was crap, but doing magic was what mattered to him. He started making the arrangements.
Backstage, the rabbit fixed him with a red-eyed glare. “Have you considered what I want?” She was always unreasonable about these things.

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