There once was a little boy who had heard about the circus, but had never been to one. He had read stories about the circus—all the animals and acrobats and clowns, and he really, really wanted to see one. The boy was walking through town one day and saw a poster in a store window that said that the circus was coming to town. Tickets were five dollars, and this boy didn’t have five dollars.
The little boy asked his father for the money. The father said that he wouldn’t give the boy five dollars, but if he cleaned his room and organized all of his toys, the boy could earn the money. So the boy cleaned, tidied, organized, and put everything exactly where it should go. He told his father he’d finished the work, and his father paid him five dollars.
When the day of the circus arrived, the boy ran into town and saw people lining the streets waiting for the circus parade. The boy found a good place to stand, and the parade began—elephants and clowns, horses and acrobats, dogs wearing little hats, jumping through hoops—it was magical. Just like he’d read about. The boy was thrilled!
Bringing up the rear of the parade was the ringmaster in his wonderful costume and top hat. He looked exactly like the ring master in his favorite circus book at home. As the ringmaster passed by, the boy ran up to him and proudly handed over his five dollars. “Thanks, Mister!” the boy said. “What a great circus!” And the boy turned around and ran home.
He never even saw the circus—only the parade! The boy missed the main event!
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