The World Tour

I scaled the carved arm of the chair and vaulted onto the polished desk, coming face-to-face with a massive, tilted sphere representing the entire planet! Fools see geography; I saw the itinerary for my grand international circus. Bracing my stance, I seized the brass meridian arch with both gloved hands and gave the globe a savage downward spin. WHOOSH! Continents and blue oceans dissolved into a roaring, multicolored blur, humming under the morning sun. With a guttural laugh, I slammed my heavy boot squarely against the spinning equator, screeching the entire world to a dead halt beneath my heel. Mark your calendars—this rock is officially booked!