The circus's performance was grand but you yearned for more than talent and tricks. As the show ended, you felt let down as you moved with a crowd exiting the tent.

Until, a gentle tug on your wrist lured you to halt. It was the curved handle of a cane, its other end held tightly by a man in eccentric clothes and a bow-tipped hat. The other people slipped by you before he even spoke.

"Oh my, you wish to see more?" Asked the ringmaster as he raised his head with a bright toothy grin...