The Flugelheimer Circus Train took the curve too fast and went off the rails outside of Morgantown.Right out by the ravine, half the cars rolling down the hill into the rocks.The others like scattered crushed boxes, spilling out broken animals and people.The few survivors, limping and crawling and carrying each other to the lights of Morgantown.Ambulances and nurses rushing out, the Boy Scout Troop giving first aid, no comfort to the mangled.And where was Flugelheimer?Not in his private car.He was in Rio with the formerly-bearded lady, living it up with the insurance payout.