When the swineherd first beheld that wingless fairy, he was delighted by her graceful form. He thought that she was the prettiest thing in all the world and wondered if he should approach her. What would she think of a dirty young man who spent his days tending to pigs? Would she consider him too common or too homely to even speak to him? She probably would. Everyone else in his life felt that way about him. Even his own family.

He was not always a filthy swineherd. No he was once a prince, but the prince of a very poor and a very small kingdom. A kingdom which his greedy father was always trying to make richer and larger. So much so that he forced the prince and his other two children to steal from other lands, forcing them into theft. Upon reaching adulthood, the royal children decided that they had enough of doing theor father's dirty work so they ran away from their small kingdom and began new lives, as peasants. Not very ideal but they figured any life was better than the one they lived with the father.

The prince struggled to find work. His reputation as the son of a king who would steal made him disliked by nearly everyone he met. They all assumed that he was greedy and dishonest just like his father. They couldn't trust him and if they couldn't trust him then they couldn't allow him to work for them.

But eventually he was able to find one person who was able to give him work. Though he gave him the lowest position there was, the swineherd. A demeaning job it was but it was the only offer given to him. So he became a swineherd and spent his days tending to pigs in the mud and suffering the abuse of his employer. He was sure that nothing beneficial could come from this dreadful position.

That is until he saw that wingless fairy...

The whole time Vaggie danced for Valentino, she fought the urge to spit in his face. She rued the day she ever became involved with this awful man and she hated herself for being so naive as to fall for Valentino's silver tongue. She should have known what he was really like the moment he started speaking to her. She should have known better. Now look where she was.

"Very nice Vaggie." Valentino remarked. "You dance divinely. But you ever think about maybe doing something a little different? Maybe shedding some of your attire."

"Nice try Valentino but that's not in my contract." She replied with disgust.

"Can't blame a guy for trying right?"

She only glared at him.

"Well it's obvious you're not going to disappoint tonight so go on back to your area and keep practicing."

She did as he told without a word, Angel's eyes were on her until she was completely out of sight. He would have followed her but he was already walking on thin ice by being in this tent. If Valentino caught him in here then he was no doubt a dead man. So he quietly slipped out of the tent and went on back to where the animals were. However he had no intention of not seeing that dancer again.

Valentino then retired to his private room to count his money and converse with his right hand-man Mr. Pentious. Mr. Pentious was the one who supplied Valentino with his performers if you will. He would locate them and provide all information regarding each creature. Yet while Mr. Pentious was indeed a scoundrel like his boss, he was not a complete monster and he wasn't motivated by greed. Though you'll find out his motivations much later.

"I tell you Pentious, these freaks have no idea how good they have it." Valentino said when he returned to his private room to count his money. "When the world rejected them, made them feel like they didn't belong, I opened my heart and gave them a home. Not just a home but an opportunity to be adored by the very same people who rejected them."

"Yes sir, you're a true humanitarian." Mr. Pentious agreed.

"And all I ask in return is for them to help me with my financial issues. Now thst is asking too much is it?"

"Of course not. They should learn to be more grateful to you. Like me."

"Exactly. Which reminds me, Pentious why haven't you found me any new freaks to put in my show?"

"I'm trying my best sir you should know that supernatural creatures aren't easy to find. If they were then people wouldn't doubt their existence so much."

"Even so, you need to try harder. Rosie's cabaret is getting popular again. Not as popular as my circus mind you but that may very well happen in due time. I need new material. A new creature to draw in the crowds."

"I understand that but again they're not easy to find. I've looked everywhere in this entire town and everyone here is human. Except for that witch Rosie but I don't think you want her in your show."

"Are you kidding? She'd turn me into a popsicle and feed me to one of her customers. She's just as twisted as I am, only difference is she has 'values' and 'standards' and all that shit."

"Is that why people like her better than you?"

"What?"

"No offense sir but while you do put on a more exciting spectacle, the people tend to find Miss Calhoun to be a more appealing person."

"I'm sure that won't be the case once everyone finds out what she did to her former employees."

"In her defense they weren't exactly innocent victims. In fact I'm pretty sure that's why the search for each person didn't last very long."

"Oh shut up. I'll focus on trying to make that stone cold bitch look bad. You just focus on finding me a new act."

"Yes sir but I don't know where else to look. Any suggestions?"

"I don't know. Talk to the freaks! They're bound to know somebody! Ask Husk, maybe bigfoot is his second cousin or something."

"Very well. I'll see what he knows."

Mr. Pentious left the room and went to look for Husk. He didn't find him in his cage or rehearsing but he did find him standing on a ladder and looking through a pair of binoculars. The position of spectacle device was directed right at The Claire De Lune which at the moment was having it's windows cleaned by Rosie.

"Hubba-hubba." Husk growled with desire. "Miss Rosie Calhoun you may be my boss's rival but you are one sexy dame."

"Husk!" Mr. Pentious shouted, startling him into losing his balance and falling off the ladder. "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Husk said standing up quickly. "Nothing at all!"

"Oh no? What's with the binoculars?"

"Oh this? I...I...I was spying on the competition! Seeing what we could do to stay one step ahead of them! Heh-heh!"

"Really?"

"Yep. So far I haven't seen anything new. Nope not a thing. But I'll keep my eyes open."

"Husk enough spying for the day. I need to talk you about something."

"Oh great, you're not going to criticize my music too, are you?"

"No I just want to ask you a question."

"Which is?"

"How well do you know bigfoot?"