Jean was late to a promotion of the circus in the nearby town. This was where the performers came into the local town to advertise the circus. This was a good way of attracting people.
All the performers eventualyl walked into the local town. It was like an old German town. Jean had remembered seeing something like this when she went on vactation to Europe a few years ago.
Jean had Boris on her shoulder. He had some of her long strands of red hair around him so that she didn't fall off her shoulder. He liked the view from where he was but Jean was curious about something.
"What is this place?" asked Jean.
"It's called Bruntstein," replied Boris. "Its a nice town."
"Have you been here before?"
"Sure the circus is here every year."
"Oh it rotates."
"Yeah some of the places you've already been to we'll go there again. It'll be a fair few months."
"That doesn't matter."

Will anything bad happen?