Mr. Cannelloni's Circus

The inspector himself had transformed into a rather
passable guy named Max. After the exciting performance,
and a long evening snack, Max had passed out
happily in one of the wagons.
Cannelloni had worried about dismantling the circus and
setting off without waking up Max, but Rosita had convinced
him that it was the only way. So, Max’s belongings had been
neatly packed onto the roof of the wagon, and the exhausted
clown himself had been placed in the guest bed to rest.
In the truck behind the Cannellonis’ Jeep, Budo was worried.
He could sense that the horses were growing restless in the
back. He could hear them shuffling their feet and kicking the
sides of the truck. Some dark clouds had started to gather in
the sky, which was always a bad sign. After a few more bends
in the road, the caravan would arrive at a pass between the
mountains. A huge bridge stretched across the dark mountain
pass.
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