Copyright –John Nixon
At the bottom of the tower, in a vast, dusty room lived the forgotten circus acts. Everyday they’d hope to be called. They never were.
Keeping each other entertained was challenging! The giant, clockwork mouse would sit frozen beneath the window, until the clown wound him up with his big key… or bad jokes!
Someone had dumped a piano in with them, Harrods had to get rid of them apparently, this one was saved by the Ringmaster.
The clown stood over the keys, he wanted to play but… the piano had other ideas.
“Encore, Encore!” Mouse cried without thinking!