"Hello everyone! I am Rocky the clown! You want to see some magic tricks?" The children screamed. "Yes, yes we do!" they chorused.
Rocky pulled a bouquet of flowers out of his box. "Beautiful!" he exclaimed. The children laughed, fairly amused.
A flock of doves flew out of the clown's box. "Oh dear!" he shouted, while the children giggled madly. The clown gave a sad face and bumbled about while the crowd voiced their immense pleasure.
Meanwhile, somewhere at the back of the swarming crowd of toddlers and parents, a curious young lady stared. She was very interested in this little show.
She slowly pushed through the crowd and went nearer as her heart thump-thump-thumped. She blushed as the clown looked all around, once looking straight at her.
She grabbed a seat near the front and looked at the clown, fascinated. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so flushed and nervous.
Then she realised. The girl was amazed. She was in love. Oh dear. With a clown? What would her dear mother say? For a moment she was afraid. Then she looked at him again, and her heart fluttered.
After the show was over, she looked around frantically for him. This is madness, she told herself. She was in love with a clown? What was so wonderful about him?
She thought it over in her head. He had a nice voice, and his shirt was cute. Other than that..? She couldn't understand why, but she loved him so.
Then, she spotted him by the desserts table. With her heart beating ever-so-quickly, she approached him. She was blushing quite terribly.
"Hello," she said shyly. Rocky looked at her and smiled.
"Hello there! What's your name?" She blushed.
"My name is Barbara." she replied.
"Aww, how cute! Want a balloon?" Barbara's heart fluttered.
"Sure. I mean, yes. Please."
Rocky laughed and pulled a pink balloon out of his large shirt pocket. He pumped it up and sculpted a poodle. He handed it to Barbara and gave her a sticker with it.
Barbara giggled nervously. Was he trying to say something to her? She moved closer to him. Rocky raised his eyebrow.
"You want another balloon?" he asked. Barbara shook her head and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, smiling sweetly in a nervous manner. Rocky looked at her, his eyes wide open.
"Are you...?" He made motions with his hands. Barbara gulped. Could he... tell?
"You're funny." Barbara said, her voice shaking slightly. Rocky looked uncomfortable. "I like your-- doublet."
Rocky was feeling a little creeped out. "Umm, I--"
Barbara smiled, a great big smile, displaying rows of lightly yellowed teeth. "I liked your, uh show. It was... cute."
Rocky gave her a stern look. "How old are you really?" Barbara licked her lips. "Not much younger than you," she giggled.
Rocky was losing his patience, and his hunger was killing him. "Please tell me now." Barbara closed her eyes for a few seconds.
"Fifteen," she said finally. Rocky wrinkled his nose. "I'm eleven years older than you," he said, quite disgusted.
Barbara smiled slightly. "That's okay," she whispered. Rocky glared at her, his stomach rumbling. "You are too young and too immature for me. Please leave me alone and go back to your mother."
Barbara was taken aback. "But--" Rocky put out his hand to stop her. "Please," he said.
Barbara's eyes filled with tears. Was the clown rejecting her? She started to sob. "But-- I-- You-- We-- My mother-- This--" Rocky removed his gaze from, and Barbara abruptly turned and ran, her heart aching painfully.
Her first ever rejection! From a clown no less! Barbara sat by a large white pillar and wept, her eyes and feelings hurting from all her recently inflicted pain.
How could she ever love another now? Barbara looked down into her lap and wiped away the tears from her eyes. All hope had been lost, and would be so from now on until the end of time.
She grabbed a seat near the front and looked at the clown, fascinated. She couldn't understand why she was feeling so flushed and nervous.
Then she realised. The girl was amazed. She was in love. Oh dear. With a clown? What would her dear mother say? For a moment she was afraid. Then she looked at him again, and her heart fluttered.
After the show was over, she looked around frantically for him. This is madness, she told herself. She was in love with a clown? What was so wonderful about him?
She thought it over in her head. He had a nice voice, and his shirt was cute. Other than that..? She couldn't understand why, but she loved him so.
Then, she spotted him by the desserts table. With her heart beating ever-so-quickly, she approached him. She was blushing quite terribly.
"Hello," she said shyly. Rocky looked at her and smiled.
"Hello there! What's your name?" She blushed.
"My name is Barbara." she replied.
"Aww, how cute! Want a balloon?" Barbara's heart fluttered.
"Sure. I mean, yes. Please."
Rocky laughed and pulled a pink balloon out of his large shirt pocket. He pumped it up and sculpted a poodle. He handed it to Barbara and gave her a sticker with it.
Barbara giggled nervously. Was he trying to say something to her? She moved closer to him. Rocky raised his eyebrow.
"You want another balloon?" he asked. Barbara shook her head and pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, smiling sweetly in a nervous manner. Rocky looked at her, his eyes wide open.
"Are you...?" He made motions with his hands. Barbara gulped. Could he... tell?
"You're funny." Barbara said, her voice shaking slightly. Rocky looked uncomfortable. "I like your-- doublet."
Rocky was feeling a little creeped out. "Umm, I--"
Barbara smiled, a great big smile, displaying rows of lightly yellowed teeth. "I liked your, uh show. It was... cute."
Rocky gave her a stern look. "How old are you really?" Barbara licked her lips. "Not much younger than you," she giggled.
Rocky was losing his patience, and his hunger was killing him. "Please tell me now." Barbara closed her eyes for a few seconds.
"Fifteen," she said finally. Rocky wrinkled his nose. "I'm eleven years older than you," he said, quite disgusted.
Barbara smiled slightly. "That's okay," she whispered. Rocky glared at her, his stomach rumbling. "You are too young and too immature for me. Please leave me alone and go back to your mother."
Barbara was taken aback. "But--" Rocky put out his hand to stop her. "Please," he said.
Barbara's eyes filled with tears. Was the clown rejecting her? She started to sob. "But-- I-- You-- We-- My mother-- This--" Rocky removed his gaze from, and Barbara abruptly turned and ran, her heart aching painfully.
Her first ever rejection! From a clown no less! Barbara sat by a large white pillar and wept, her eyes and feelings hurting from all her recently inflicted pain.
How could she ever love another now? Barbara looked down into her lap and wiped away the tears from her eyes. All hope had been lost, and would be so from now on until the end of time.
