TITLE: Clown, the Cowardly Hound
By Charles Salmon
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CLOWN THE COWARDLY HOUND (a children’ story)
My dog's name is Clown. Clown is a hound.
A hound is a dog with long floppy ears who can smell very well.
My dog clown is a coward. He is afraid of almost everything.
My dog Clown is a cowardly hound.
My hound Clown has three jobs.
Clown washes the tires on the family car.
He eats the leftovers after the family meals.
He keeps strangers out of the yard.
My dog Clown is the tire extinguisher, the garbage gobbler, and the yard guard.
Clown is very good at washing tires.
Clown is very good at gobbling garbage.
But, sad to say, Clown is a coward.
He is afraid of almost everything.
So, Clown is not very good at yard guarding.
One night a stranger came. It was dark.
Clown, the cowardly hound, was afraid of the dark
He was also afraid of the stranger.
He ran and hid from the stranger in the dark.
Clown the cowardly hound cowered on the ground beneath a bush
The stranger looked all around the house.
He looked in the doors and windows.
He looked all around the porch and the yard.
He looked very closely at the cars in the carport.
He was looking for something to steal.
This stranger, Clown thought, must be a thief.
The thief passed very close to Clown as he tiptoed to the back door.
Clown the cowardly hound, hugged the ground under the bush.
He began to shake and quake. He shivered and quivered.
He was so afraid the thief would see him even in the dark.
The Thief didn't see him. The thief began to gently move the doorknob.
"He's going in the house," Clown thought. “Uh-oh, this was bad!”
Clown shook because he was scared.
His paws shook and his teeth rattled.
Even his long ears shivered with fear.
“My master is in the house,” thought Clown.
“If that thief goes in the house, he may hurt my master.”
Clown, the cowardly hound, knew he must do something.
So, he jumped out of the bush and stood up very tall.
Then he showed his teeth and growled as loud as he could.
Grrrrrowl said Clown the cowardly hound.
The stranger jumped away from the door and ran.
Clown thought, “This is easy!” and barked loudly as he chased the stranger.
The stranger climbed over the fence and ran off.
I heard all the noise. I came outside.
I saw the stranger running away. I knew what had happened.
“What a brave dog you are!,” I told Clown.
Clown was proud of himself.
He had learned you can be brave even when you’re scared.
Now, he’s a courageous hound. He isn’t afraid of anything.
Clown the courageous hound!
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