Randall's Clown

“C'mon kid.  Have some fun.  You can't be good all the time,” the clown replied.

Randall's mother's footsteps increased in both loudness and frequency.  She hurried down the stairs to see what the destructive noise could have been.  When she gazed upon the glass debris strewn across the floor, her face tightened into a fierce expression of anger.

“Randall Anthony Jensen!  What did you do.  Do you have any idea how valuable that was?” she stated.

“But mom, the clown did it,” Randall whined.

“Oh my gosh.  You're the only one here.  Don't you dare lie on your first day of school.”

“But mom, I saw him.  He's re....”





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