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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Something else had clearly happened during the night.<br />
Max got up and peered out the widow. He was in a circus<br />
wagon, which was being pulled by what was likely the noisiest<br />
truck in Europe. As the road curved, he could see that<br />
his wagon was part of a long caravan. The caravan was slowly<br />
climbing a steep mountain slope.<br />
Max was being held captive by a circus! There was no hope<br />
of anyone’s hearing his screams, he realized. The wind was<br />
whipping and the area was deserted. It was better to close<br />
the window and get back into bed. While he was sleeping,<br />
the unusual convoy continued its journey up and down the<br />
mountain roads and across bridges that arched over valleys.<br />
Leading the caravan was the Cannellonis’ old Jeep. The<br />
original paint on its dented sides had completely worn away.<br />
Inside Madame Rosita was dozing with a woolen blanket<br />
over her shoulders. <strong>Mr</strong>. Cannelloni clutched the wheel<br />
tightly. There was no blanket on his shoulders, but they felt<br />
heavy with responsibility.<br />
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