Mr. Cannelloni's Circus

Dumbfounded, Rosita stared into the box. It was nearly
empty! Where on earth had all the money gone?
Things must be in very bad shape, she realized. Why had her
husband said nothing to her?
Rosita’s eyes teared up. Quickly she closed the chest and
returned it to its place under the bed. She wouldn’t say a
word about this to anyone.
But Rosita was still perplexed.
Had she become poor? She
still was, after all, the wife of
the circus owner, which was
quite a glamorous role. But
what was she supposed to do
when she needed new clothes
and the poodles needed new
collars? And what about the
Belgian chocolate she loved?
She would most certainly get
terrible migraines without
it. Even now, she felt her
head throbbing with all
these gloomy thoughts.
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