A fictional place from the deep recesses of my brain.

As the night ended, Po watched the sun rising above Purpleborough Hill. He would call his little circus people together and ask them how they would like to take a trip. He knew that the night before had been only a vision, a dream of what could be if all his little circus people would help this Team with their skills, their laughter.

So, after feeding the farm animals, Po called all the little circus people together. He asked them if the circus train was ready for travel and they assured him that all the repairs were made. They sounded excited. Were they going to take a trip? This was their off season for performing so where was Po taking them?

Po explained how they had all seen the same vision the night before and he thought that they…

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