Late one cold dark night...In a muddy trampled field just outside Killarney, a small town nestled in the Macgillycuddy reeks, stood Tom Duffy's circus camp. The circus encampment was all quiet except for the sounds of circus animals chomping and snorting and rustling in hay. All the sounds were peaceful sleepy relaxing sounds, until suddenly, out of the darkness somewhere in the circus encampment came a loud gut wrenching sound. A very loud roar...