Come to the Circus! by Enid Blyton

Author:Enid Blyton
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: juvenile, circus, fiction
ISBN: 9780603032981
Publisher: Egmont Childrens Books
Published: 1990-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

THE CIRCUS GOES ON THE ROAD

The next day the circus folk were busier than Fenella had yet seen them. The big top, the great circus tent, had to be taken down. All the benches had to be stored neatly on big lorries. The various circus properties such as steel posts for the tight-rope wire, the tennis net the elephants used for their game, odd tables and chairs, had to be packed into another lorry.

The camp was due to set off at a certain time. All the vans, carts, cars and lorries were to start one after another. The lorries would go on in front, Mr. Crack’s lovely car-drawn caravan would follow, and then all the horse-drawn caravans, cars and carts.

“What about the elephants?” asked Fenella, watching Uncle Ursie sliding shut the side of the bears’ cage. “Do they go in a travelling cage, too? I haven’t seen one big enough for them.”

“Oh, no. They walk,” said Uncle Ursie. “They are rather slow, so they’ll start last, and catch us up at night.”

Grin and Bearit were shut up in Mr. Holla’s caravan. The door was locked, and the windows were fastened, so that the chimps were safe. Fenella saw their hairy faces peeping out of the window, looking rather dismal.

The monkeys were all in their own little caravan. The dogs were in their travelling cage, restless and rather bad-tempered at being shut up, after their long time of freedom. The lovely circus horses were to be ridden in a long string by Fric, Frac and Malvina.

“Who’s going to drive Mr. Crack’s lovely golden carriage?” asked Fenella. “We’re going to take that too, aren’t we?”

“Of course!” said Uncle Ursie. “Maybe Willie will drive it. He did last time. Malvina says it bores her to do a thing like that when she can take the string of horses along with Fric and Frac!”

“Oh—is Willie really going to drive the golden carriage?” cried Fenella. “Uncle Ursie, do you think he would let me drive it with him?”

“I didn’t know you could drive!” said Uncle Ursie. He was putting the old brown horse that belonged to him and Aunt Lou into the shafts of their red caravan. “Hey, get up there. Anyone would think you’d never been between shafts before, Dobbin!”

“I can’t drive,” said Fenella. “I really meant—would Willie let me sit with him? Oh, I would so love that! You don’t suppose I could sit in that carriage, do you?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Uncle Ursie. “Why, would it make you feel very grand, Fenny?”

“Oh yes—I’d feel like a princess!” cried Fenella. Then her face fell. “But do you think Aunt Lou would mind, Uncle Ursie? She has been rather cross today.”

“Oh, nobody likes moving day,” said Uncle Ursie. “There you are, Dobbin, you’re in at last. Now don’t you go galloping off till I’m ready!”

Fenella smiled. Dobbin didn’t look as if he could gallop two steps! He was the fattest barrel of a horse Fenella had ever seen. She liked him. He had big brown eyes, and he nuzzled into her shoulder when she went near.

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