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...have gone to the clown doctor. I told him that I had lost my friend and I no longer could be a Clown. The Doctor looked at his Clown books--and in a very detached way--as Doctors are prone to do because they are doctors, he named my disease. It is some sort of multisyllabic word. It didn't have anything to do with my friend the Doctor said. He gave me many things to treat my disease. And while I felt better, I still didn't know how to be a Clown...

Author: By David L. Rettig, | Title: A FABLE | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

...friend was still gone," Cortney the Clown continued...

Author: By David L. Rettig, | Title: A FABLE | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

...went to the Clown Priest. I told him that I had lost my friend. The Priest looked at his Clown books and then named my condition. In a very solemn way--as priests are prone to do because they are priests--he told me that I should put my faith in the Clown God. If I believed in the Clown God, he would forgive me. Although the clown God could not tell me how to be a Clown, he could tell me through his Clown Priests how to goto Clown Heaven...

Author: By David L. Rettig, | Title: A FABLE | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

...over lunch, which consisted of Pizza, and Coke, and all sorts of Cookies which are good for clowns, I pondered the question of how to get to Clown heaven and forgot about the taste of my Clown lunch. And I imagined things which I thought the Clown God would think he should forgive me for before letting me into Clown Heaven. And although it sounded really fun to goto Clown heaven...and it made me feel a little better for awhile, I still did not know why I was a Clown. And my friend was still gone...

Author: By David L. Rettig, | Title: A FABLE | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

...eating my Clown Cookies which are really good for clowns, in walked a Clown psychologist. Clown psychologists always walk in, never out. He had a beard, spoke with an accent, and asked me questions about my Mother and Bananas. And while I really like Bananas because they are yellow and slippery, I didn't understand the Clown psychologist...

Author: By David L. Rettig, | Title: A FABLE | 1/22/1990 | See Source »

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