A mother hires a performer for her son's birthday party.

A mother was organising a birthday party for her son, and at a loss for ideas she consulted a friend of hers. Her friend mentioned how she’d hired a performer who the kids all the loved, and gave her his number in case she wanted to give him a call. He was very reasonably priced, too.

The mother did just that and come the day of the party the performer turns up and without even saying a word walks right into the garden and stands in front of the assembled children. Then he let loose. First he pretended to be a businessman walking in a gale, using one of daddy’s briefcases, which went down a storm with the kids. Then he pretended to be chased by an angry animal, then he pretended to be slipping on a wet floor trying to get out of the shower. Performance after performance he just went on and on, never once even asking for a drink of water or moment of respite.

Finally, at the end of his act, as the sun was going down, he followed the mother into the living room where she says, “That was amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it. How much do I owe you?”

“You don’t owe me anything,” He tells her, “The pleasure was all mime.”