A co-presentation of WNYC Studios and Night Fail presents.

You are listening to the orbiting human circus of the air. The As night begins to fall on Paris, backstage at the broadcast ballroom, busy preparations for this evening's broadcast of the orbiting human

circus of the air begin. But before we listen there's one thing I think you ought

to know. You'll remember last week seeking forgiveness the janitor

snuck backstage to clean hosts John Cameron's dressing room as the last song of the evening

played. And that music, and this is what I really wanted to tell you, was performed by the orbiting human circus orchestra, a rare African bird that can mimic all 47 instruments of the orchestra at once.

The orchestral is something of a Parisian Bigfoot, believed only to land where orchestras are rehearsing.

Many people claim to have seen them, but one has never been filmed or recorded.

Yet, there one was, perched in its cage on the stage in full view

of the entire studio audience, beautifully mimaltz, with no visible strings or wires, even the stage

hands don't know how it's done.

And it's that way with all the acts.

With that thought, we take you back to last week in host John Cameron's dressing room,

where the janitor cleans with greater and greater enthusiasm until

Look out!

In his exuberance, the janitor accidentally knocks a small crate marked

for Mr Cameron's eyes only exclamation point off the table.

Out of its spittle several tiny tombs of sheet music and some bird scene.

Suddenly the door opens and in sneak stagehand Jacques

Jock guiltily starting to light a cigarette.

Kid, I'm supposed to throw you out on your ass.

I won't tell the tissue you were smoking.

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