As benches fill families sit with expectant hum in rapt anticipation of the evening to come, the oval sawdust floor now smoothly raked before the animals begin their grand parade the trumpet sound of elephants above the lions roar, the lights grow bright and from each entrance pour clowns from wonky cars and happy tunes are played before they are replaced by glittering acrobats and galloping ponies who in circles race, a top-hatted figure in red and black enters the ring and doffs his fine top hat, in his hand a whip he cracks and so the show begins.
When the pen takes control. 
Gosh, all that manic excitement, I’m out of breath 🙂
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