Last weekend we went to the circus.
(As one does on Sunday nights in Iraq.)
There used to be a lion but they left the poor dear out in his cage in the July Iraq sun without water.
So no more lion.
There were still cats and a snake and two tiny hairless dogs.
But mainly there were acrobats and tightrope walkers and clowns and one amazing magician.
Which is the best kind of circus, anyway.
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