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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Happy (07/12/07)

TITLE: Send in the Clowns
By Elaine Taylor


Jocularity and his wife, Jovial, were deeply concerned. It was your typical Monday and Jovial had been busy cleaning the house and doing laundry. All the kids were at school and Joc was out puttering in the garden. Jovial was putting away clean undershirts and socks in their youngest son’s room when she discovered his secret journal tucked beneath his unmentionables in the top drawer of his dresser. Being an excellent mother who loved her children dearly, she read it. What mother wouldn’t? Her screams brought Joc racing to the scene. When he entered the bedroom, he found Jovial curled up in a ball on the floor with the journal clutched to her chest, sobbing as if her heart would break.
Joc managed to bring his distraught wife to her feet and led her to the kitchen for a comforting cup of tea. He encouraged her to share her discovery and while the tears streamed down her face she told him what she found written in the secret journal. Their boy, Happy, wasn’t happy. He was so unhappy that he was considering…he was considering – at this point in the narrative Jovial completely broke down. Joc was naturally very alarmed. He grabbed the journal and quickly scanned the pages littered with the mother’s tears. No! He shook his head in disbelief. It could not be true. Happy couldn’t be serious about…surely, he couldn’t be so unhappy that he would actually…Joc’s hands began to shake.
An accountant! He was thinking of becoming an accountant! Joc began to shout and yell. Jovial wailed even louder. Where had they gone wrong? They were CLOWNS for goodness sake! The whole family worked under the big top: Jocularity, Jovial, their oldest son, Chuckles, the twins ,Jolly and Ha-Ha (fraternal, not identical), and lastly, their baby, Happy. Oh, the shame of it all! How could this happen? Joc blamed Jovial’s family tree; an occasional CPA did crop up now and then. Jovial pointed out that maybe Joc had thrown one too many pies in Happy’s face over the years. What were they going to do?
At that moment, Happy walked into the kitchen. Both parents jumped up and hugged Happy until his big red nose popped off his face. They sat the bewildered Happy down and both began talking at one time about the laundry, the discovery of the secret journal, the wailing, the shouting and the CPAs. Why, oh why, did a clown want to become an accountant? Happy admitted that he wanted to fit in with his friends at school. Joc and Jovial looked at each other. They remembered what it was like when they were that age, always comparing themselves with others. Wishing they didn’t have to wear big shoes and pom-poms all over their clothes. They sighed in unison.
Jovial gently reminded her son that God had made Happy a clown. Joc patted him on the back and encouraged Happy that God had made him funny for a reason. They explained the importance of not trying to be somebody else. Everybody had a purpose. His was to make people laugh.
The revelation shone bright in Happy’s eyes. He grinned from ear to ear as he hugged his mother with one arm and slipped a whoopee cushion on his father’s chair with the other. Happy was happy once again.

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Dee Yoder 07/19/07
Ha! I never considered life from the clown POV. I'd hate to be the junior in this family...wouldn't want to know that "...and sons" was my fate. Funny!