It was a day of great excitement and anticipation. The opening of Clowns-Are-Us.
Bozo and Fruitfly had reasoned it was time clowns were given a better rap than was being seen of late with clowns being accused of all manner of crime and indiscretion.
Bozo had been a clown all his life. His father Freddy the Flyer was a high wirer performer and his mother Freda the Nymph had run a private clown show. Even in older age Bozo was in the dark about much of his parent’s activities once the big top lights went down.
But today they planned a free show showing all the tricks they had perfected over the years.
With an air of expectation he threw open the front doors. Not a soul stood there. The two clowns waited several hours and no one showed up.
Bozo went home determined to win over the town.
But first he had a score to settle with Mr King, whose latest novel had given every clown a bad name.