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  Circus Family Dog

  Andrew Clements

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  CIRCUS FAMILY DOG

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  CIRCUS FAMILY DOG

  by ANDREW CLEMENTS

  illustrated by SUE TRUESDELL

  Clarion Books • New York

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  Clarion Books

  a Houghton Mifflin Company imprint

  215 Park Avenue South, New York, NY 10003

  Text copyright © 2000 by Andrew Clements

  Illustrations copyright © 2000 by Sue Truesdell

  First Clarion paperback edition, 2008.

  The text was set in 17-point Calisto.

  The illustrations were executed in watercolor and pen-and-ink.

  All rights reserved.

  For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book

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  Manufactured in China

  The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:

  Clements, Andrew, 1949–

  Circus family dog / by Andrew Clements ; illustrated by Sue Truesdell.

  p. cm. Summary: Grumps is content to do his one trick in the center ring at the circus,

  until a new dog shows up and steals the show—temporarily.

  ISBN: 0-395-78648-7

  [1. Dogs—Fiction. 2. Circus—Fiction.] I. Truesdell, Sue, ill. II. Title

  PZ7.C59118 Ci 2000

  [E] 21 99052657

  CL ISBN–13: 978-0-395-78648-2

  PA ISBN–13: 978-0-547-01639-9

  WKT 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

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  For my family near and far, the greatest show on earth

  —A.C.

  For Erica

  —S.T.

  The circus is like a family, and old Grumps was the family dog.

  The show traveled from town to town.

  Each night under the Big Top, the clowns came rushing in.

  Out in the center ring,

  Red the Clown lit the flaming hoop.

  There was a drum roll, and the audience shushed and hushed.

  The clowns yelled,

  "Come on, Grumps, you can do it, boy! Jump! Jump!"

  Grumps looked up at the hoop and crouched low.

  And then he yawned, and closed his eyes, and lay down with his feet up in the air.

  That was his trick—his one and only trick. The children loved it.

  The clowns yelled and pushed and pulled until the old dog was back up on his feet.

  When Grumps yawned, and closed his eyes, and lay down AGAIN with his feet up in the air, the children laughed and pointed and screamed, "Jump, Grumps! Jump!"

  Then, while everyone clapped and cheered, the clowns laid Grumps on his wagon and pulled him slowly out of the Big Top. And the old circus dog was happy.

  One day Red the Clown brought a new dog into the Big Top. His name was Sparks.

  Sparks could balance a ball on his nose.

  Sparks could climb a ladder on his hind feet.

  Sparks could ride on the back of a running zebra.

  And one night out in the center ring, when Grumps lay down with his feet in the air, Sparks jumped right over Grumps, up and through the burning hoop.

  "Hurray for Sparks! Hurray for Sparks!" the children screamed. Every night the audience laughed and cheered for Sparks.

  And every night the clowns laid Grumps on his wagon and pulled him from the ring. But Grumps wasn't happy. He was miserable.

  Out behind the tents Grumps worked day after day.

  He ran at the hoop and banged his nose.

  He jumped at the hoop and bonked his head.

  He threw himself into the hoop and scraped his belly.

  At night out in the center ring, Grumps yawned, and closed his eyes, and lay down with his feet up in the air. It felt so good to flop down on the sawdust.

  His bones ached and his eyes watered. He was too tired to care when Sparks jumped over him.

  But each day, Grumps kept on working.

  The last day of the State Fair was the biggest show of the year.

  The clowns came rushing into the tent, and out into the center ring.

  Red the Clown lit the flaming hoop.

  There was a drum roll, and the audience shushed and hushed.

  The clowns yelled,

  "Come on, Grumps, you can do it, boy!

  Jump! Jump!"

  Grumps did his trick

  —his one and only trick.

  Then Sparks leaped up over Grumps, up and through the burning hoop.

  "Hurray for Sparks! Hurray for Sparks!"

  The trick was over, and Red the Clown leaned over to pat Sparks on the head.

  But the trick wasn't over—not tonight.

  Grumps slowly stood up and took three steps back.

  He crouched

  and ran and jumped—

  up and in and through the flaming hoop,

  and he landed right on Red the Clown.

  Down went Red, and down went Sparks, in a jumble of paws and wigs and floppy clown shoes.

  The crowd cheered, and Grumps stood there in the spotlight—panting and bruised and aching all over, but happy.

  Red stood up, and he clapped too. And Sparks wagged his tail.

  The circus moved on.

  There were more shows in other towns, but old Grumps never jumped through the flaming hoop again.

  Yet every single night, Grumps got his fair share of the smiles and the cheers—

  Red the Clown and Sparks made sure that he did.

  Why?

  Because the circus is like a family, and old Grumps was the family dog.

 

 

  Andrew Clements, Circus Family Dog

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