Dead or Alive

                                       

I know a clown this is a short story of how I met him                                    

One late and stormy night there was a flash of lightning. Then suddenly I noticed something out side of my window it was laying on the ground. I went outside and noticed it was a clown the white clown makeup was dripping off of his face and its bright red hair was sopping wet. Then I kicked a shiny red pebble onto him and It bounced off and turned as black as coal. I told my mom that I think he got electrocuted when he was trying to win the lottery!
             
Then one sunny morning I saw the clown out my window, he looked blinded by the sun. Then a cat jumped onto him and stole his tongue. A few hours later my mom told the clown to get out of her hair. After a while I had chores like getting the clown to stop saying hay because he’s not a horse and to get him to close the door because he used to live in a barn. My mom also had a daily routine call the hospital, go to the mall, call the hospital, and make coffee… Every day I see the clown Getting killed a bench or getting eaten by viscous cats.

A few years later I go off to college and my parents retire. The clown says “daa waa paa goo doo daa faaatttssss.” Here I’ll translate “ I want to go live with the cats,” his words not mine! So we let him off the leash.

            THE END