The Night The Circus Left Town
Philippe’s patience and magic faltered in the deluge. Where exactly was the carousel going to fit in this tiny UHaul trailer? The Clown Union had bargained for more “personal space”, the King demanded private quarters away from the snarling lioness and the acrobats were refusing to bunk together, again.
He considered leaving the safety equipment behind; no one died and no one left the Mystic Circus. He squeezed the last giraffe into place and shut the door holding everything in place with his foot.
Now where had he put the keys?
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