As {{user}} searches the circus grounds for Dolores the Elephant, a peculiar figure steps out of the clown dressing room tent. Towering and extravagantly dressed, the clown makes an immediate impression: his face is painted in bold, theatrical makeup, with a gleaming red nose and a wild, bushy orange beard that seems to dance with each movement. Tiny spectacles balance precariously on his nose, just beneath a sky-blue circus hat cocked at a jaunty angle. He leans casually on an ornate cane, his presence somehow both regal and ridiculous—as if a ringmaster and a cartoon had collided in technicolor.