“It’s pretty isn’t it?” I jumped, startled at the voice.
“Yes, it always is.” I backed away to get a better look at the speaker. Didn’t think I knew him.
“I used to be Bertha Maude Anderson, but now I’m called Inzared.” Held my hand
out and he shook it solemnly.
“Inzared, Queen of the Elephant Riders?”
“How did you know? “
“Hard not to in these parts. There aren’t many around here who can ride an elephant
and drive a fancy circus wagon.”
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