The last time I went to the circus, it was with my grandchildren, and the poor animals were so unhappy and exhausted it was etched on their faces and they were falling down repeatedly. I couldn't sit there and condone this right in front of my grandchildren, so I stood up and booed as loud as I could. Much to my surprise, several others did too! I felt particularly sad for the poor bears being forced onto hind legs to walk about in tutus. Tutus? Really? They can't live unmolested because we really want to see them miserable in pink tutus?