I happen to have this special friend I met when I was in the clown guild school in my youth. I always wanted to be a clown and so did my new friend, Harold. Harold was interesting and had a large bassoon that he carried with him in the days I knew him in school. Harold later ditched the bassoon in the years later that I knew him and that was very unusual. I had always known him as a fellow who carried a bassoon. But that did not startle me any longer.
Harold's big problem was that he liked to rip open the Wig Wams on the golf course. He would then sell the poor wig wam dweller a new wig wam at a reduced fee. It worked great for Harold and he did not lack for any major needs in life.
That said, Harold was never a wig wam dweller himself. He liked to dance around the fires at the wig wam community centers and he liked to visit wig wams and deliver brownies and cakes in the dark before sunrise. But Harold was never quite that intelligent and never really was the best clown. He wore a torn clown's uniform and it really was just never a funny sight in terms of him being a clown with a smiley face and silver hair. If he had blue hair, it would work for him. But Harold insisted that his hair must be silver.
If you ever see this clown in town, please tell him that the wig wam business is a good way to rescue poor people without a wig wam, but tell him that its really not a life if you have to rip the wig wam open to get their business. Thanks!
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