It Takes A Village

I remember a story I was told as a child about the birth of comedy:

An infant was chosen by the village to be its idiot. His limbs were broken. His arms twisted. Each step was made all the more difficult for him as he grew. Amazed at the novelty of their own creation, the villagers would erupt from the center of their bodies with uncontrollable chuckles and gurgled noises at his deformities. How funny it was to see him limp on the legs they had given him.

As laughter turned to mockery, our modern comedic stage and its prized star was born.

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