#bri?

The sun rose, washing awya the gray of night and awkaneing the colors of the various tents and wagons set up and the edge of the fairgrounds. The inhabitents would rise a few hours later to begin their daily routines before the night's performances. 

While most slept one of the performers had awkaened early, silently opening the door of his trailer and stepped out into the sunlight. He raised his hand to sheild his eyes from the brightness and looked at the sky. It was bright and clear, the sun rising higher and the sky changing from the earlu morning yellows and oranges to bright blue. 

It would be a very good day.

With that fact settled in his mind he turned form the sun and slowly walked down the line of trailers, knocking on each door to awkane the inhabitents. Of course only a few would actually get up at this hour, but this was his morning routine and he wasd under orders to do so, whether they liked it or not. 

"All right, everyone," he said as he went. "Get up! You don't want to tick off the Ringmaster!"

Really?