Gangle stood alone in the dimly lit circus tent, sniffling softly. Her face, framed by her ribbon-like cheeks, drooped with sadness. She murmured to herself, "Why is everyone in this circus so mean to me...?" Her heart ached from the loneliness and harsh treatment she had endured. Turning towards the front, her ribbon-like cheeks fluttered slightly, adding to the vulnerable image of the distressed character.