The Clown is Dead


The Clown…

The Clown, not just a figurehead or personage of note, but a real live force to be reckoned with and that’s how Sally treats him, like an old lover or dimly-remembered presidential candidate who lost by a landslide.

What’s for dinner? What have your brought Sally to eat?

But it’s only when that enormous ball of feline fat and fur that is her pride and joy suddenly appears from underneath the accumulated dust and debris that Sally really perks up.

Oh, have you come to see grandma? Grandma’s been looking for her little baby girl. Come to grandma, honey, come and sit on grandma’s lap.

Of course that.


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