It was amazing the way he moved. Gliding gracefully through the sky, the  trapeze artist Picasso De'rene is practicing for his circus performance tommorow. Suddenly, he heard quiet footsteps. He paused to leap back onto his platform. Looking around, he could not see anyone. "Hello," he murmured nervously, "Is anyone there?" But still, nothing could be seen. Just the sound of lonely footsteps. Then, he turned around. His ladder wasn't there! And there was no other way of getting down from the trapeze platform. What was he going to do? A smell risen from the air. He was shocked at the scent of heavy smoke. Suddenly, he discovered where it was coming from. Somebody had set the tent on fire! Picasso was never to be seen again.

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