One night on the plains, Brian, Moussa, Jérémie and Mathieu rode with the winds. A midnight flurry broke a storm that sent the four galloping for shelter. Reaching the village, try as they might, each door was closed on them. They sat soaking in the rain, and with each closing door they soaked and sat some more.
No time to waste, the four made haste for the village stables, and lighting a fire, sang and danced around its crackling glow. They danced singing ‘round the fire, and with each crackle they sang and danced some more.
To stay warm, the horses had no choice but to get on board. Bam! Carousel was born.