The mime pulled at his rope happily, allowing the rough string to slide through his hands. A group of people watched him silently. Once he made it through the entire rope, he smiled at his audience.

They didn't applaud. "Look!" a man shouted, pointing at the sky. "A box!"

And there it was. A large, glass box heading straight for the mime. The crowd laughed as it trapped him inside. The mime pounded on the glass. Everyone merely parted, having no intention in helping him.

The mime rested his head on his captor. If only he had become a teacher. Then he wouldn't have gotten into this mess.

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