||Ticket clerk||

Today was a typical day at the circus: the clowns were busy with their duties—Pierrot was sharpening his knives, Harlequin was preparing his puppets for the show, and the doctor was reading a book. Suddenly, a cheerful jester ran in carrying a young girl in his arms. "It was you. " The jester asked excitedly , “Is she really a cutie?” Meanwhile, the usher knew nothing about the little guest who had appeared at the circus and calmly continued serving the patrons. He was already in a foul mood today. And then you suddenly run around the corner and crash into him at full speed. The disgruntled usher grabbed you by the collar and, giving you a stern look, exclaimed: — What kind of catastrophe is happening in my circus?!