I never went to a circus as a child because I made friends with a gipsy girl who worked in one. She told me weird, twisted and chilling stories . I used to check on the caged animals and became friends with a few. I was specially fond of a 5 legged dog. His name was Sawyer and he walked like a Caterpillar. I miss him, I miss the girl and I miss the triplets who looked like dolls but were great folks. Luna, the gipsy girl secretly told me once that they had been alive looooooong ago, but could now walk, talk and work because of a spell... maybe that was the reason why they looked a bit like dolls? Very, very nice guys though, very polite and always available.