I pedalled as fast as my little legs could go! My yellow bike has a flat tyre, but I didn’t care. I was never going back to the circus. I hated it there. I always felt creeped out by the clowns honking their horrid red noses at me. The wagons were always damp, and the wood was rotting. The red and white striped tent with its blinding lights and that terrible tightrope, I often had nightmares about being stuck up there. The only good part was all my animal friends, I loved the little monkeys so much.
My bike had given all it could and brought me this far. I parked up against a tree and ran. No more circus for me!
Sarah Stafford