I sat in the road and watched the ants scurrying about at the kerbside. I was all out of ideas and I hoped that these tiny, mindless creatures would provide me with some inspiration. Backwards and forwards they went, backwards and forwards, round and round and round in tiny circles, zigzagging through the gutter, and then backwards and forwards again. That's when I realised that ants are stupid and don't know nothing. Trust me, if ever you need to figure out your manifest destiny and plot the path to your ultimate goal, don't bother asking an ant. You might as well talk to the snails.
And it was as I was considering consulting a panel of senior academic molluscs that I heard the unmistakable clang, toot, cheer, whistle and thump thump thump of an approaching circus parade. Over the hill they marched, jugglers doing juggles, acrobats doing acrobics, clowns doing jolly giggles and elephants doing it in the road. What a fantastic sight they were as they lolloped and tumbled down the street, all spangled up and glitzy. That's the very life for me! Stuff the ants, I thought, and I got myself a leotard and a shiny hat and I joined the circus!