His colorful patchwork cloak billowed out behind him as he pulled his homemade covered wagon along the dusty streets while minding his own business. It isn't until he is noticed by a couple of curious school boys, that everyone begins to notice him. Some say he is the town beggar. Others say he is a thief, stealing from fruit stands and markets. Some even think he's an old gold miner who had killed a man in cold bloodone hundred years ago. Absurd. Most just think he's a lost clown, left over from some carnival of old. Very old. How long has that old man been traveling through town right under everyone's noses? The boys soon find out that that old man is a storyteller and they stay to listen to one or two of his tales. Well, parts of them anyway. They soon wonder if they are ever going to hear the endings to any of his stories' well told beginnings. They also secretly wonder what else his magic wand can do besides make smoke.