The bees buzzed with enthusiasm and the ants were full of anticipation. The insect circus only visited once a year, so everyone was excited – especially Barry the dung beetle.
Barry loved the circus. He liked the colours, the costumes, the music, the lights – it was so different to the drab tunnel he lived in. He always got a row of seats to himself too, but that was because Barry was so smelly. It was lonely, but he was used to it by now. That was life for a dung beetle.
That evening, as the insects queued for tickets outside the circus tent, the ringmaster scurried by, wailing, “It’s a disaster! Jumbo’s made his cocoon early. We don’t have a strongman!” Everyone groaned. The strongman was a highlight of…
