Some people don’t like clowns . Some people are afraid of clowns . Odd , eh ?
Ada and I went to a birthday party once , long ago , in a park , for a two-year old . The guy’s in his late twenties now , so he survived the park party experience .
His parents hired a clown for the party . When the two year-old spotted the clown he screeched . Panic ! The screeches turned to desperate screams . The clown quickly removed parts of her clown costume , one by one by one . Quicker ! Quicker , clown !
By the time the hired clown had removed most of her clown clothes , her red-bulb nose , and her brightly multi-colored clown wig , the little boy calmed down .
Eventually the birthday cake arrived from the bakery . The little boy was the center of attention . Everyone surrounded him . He opened the box dramatically , aware of his celebrity ; he lifted the big cardboard top slowly .
What decoration covered the entire top of the cake ?
Flowers ? No. Baseball player ? No chance .
Yeah .CLOWNS .