Mr. Cannelloni's Circus
Mr. Cannelloni’s circus has been operating for generations—ever since his great-grandfather started it one hundred years ago. But with ticket sales dropping and the circus equipment falling into disrepair, the future of Cannelloni’s Circus looks bleak, especially when a strict special inspector arrives to look things over. Luckily Mr. Cannelloni’s wife, Rosita—once a daring tightrope walker—has some new bold stunts in mind. With the help of a snake woman, a strongman, daredevil horsemen, and other circus performers, Rosita launches “Operation Hannibal.” Will her risky rescue plan be enough to save Mr. Cannelloni’s Circus?
Mr. Cannelloni’s circus has been operating for generations—ever since his great-grandfather started it one hundred years ago. But with ticket sales dropping and the circus equipment falling into disrepair, the future of Cannelloni’s Circus looks bleak, especially when a strict special inspector arrives to look things over.
Luckily Mr. Cannelloni’s wife, Rosita—once a daring tightrope walker—has some new bold stunts in mind. With the help of a snake woman, a strongman, daredevil horsemen, and other circus performers, Rosita launches “Operation Hannibal.” Will her risky rescue plan be enough to save Mr. Cannelloni’s Circus?
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Showtime for One-and-a-Half Basses<br />
The day of the show dawned misty, but soon the sun<br />
brightened up the entire landscape. Madame Rosita<br />
woke up in the most beautiful guest room of the villa and felt<br />
happy. Beside her in the huge four-poster bed, <strong>Mr</strong>. Cannelloni<br />
was still sound asleep, his long moustache fluttering to<br />
the rhythm of his breath. Her rescue plan was going along;<br />
there was still hope for the circus.<br />
Quietly Rosita got up, put on a silk dressing gown, and<br />
opened the door to the balcony. There, in the warmth of<br />
the morning sun, she let herself imagine what it would be<br />
like living as the wife of a famous opera singer. The world’s<br />
finest stores and cafes would be part of everyday life. The<br />
best tables at restaurants would be reserved just for her. She<br />
would have a gigantic walk-in closet filled with glamorous<br />
gowns, embroidered handbags, soft leather shoes, and cashmere<br />
scarves.<br />
Behind her, Rosita heard familiar snoring. She went inside<br />
and gently woke her husband up to a new day.<br />
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