Come One! Come All!

Oscar H. Ringling, the forgotten brother, was always on the outer with his family. Maligned by his father when he decided at an early age to _not_ follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, he secretly always wished that he had not been born without the so-called _circus gene_.

He was 53 years old, his father now deceased, as were all of his brothers but the older one who currently managed the world-famous family business that still lured crowds wherever it went. And _that_ brother had two sons of his own who were well-and-truly groomed for taking over the business in the not-too-distant future.

Now, after all these years, Oscar had come up with an idea that interested him, and also that he felt would sell tickets by the thousands.It wouldn't need a lot of overheads and the "performers" would be paid nothing.

And so heralded the birth of _The Forgotten Ringling Brother's Smelly Sock Circus!_

Not only would the senses marvel (particularly olfactory), but some attractions would even dance on their own!