In general, kids love the circus. There are acrobats, magicians, and, in some, animals. But, most of all clowns. Most kids seem to enjoy clowns. Joy had never liked them, they made her cringe. As a kid, she never cheered when they appeared, she was probably the only one hopping for the show to finish. Her parents, oblivious of her distaste, insisted on hiring one for every one of her birthdays.
Joy remembered particularly well her seventh birthday. In fact, she still went to the therapist because of it, more than twenty years later. Her parents, as usual, had found a clown to entertain the kids, and Joy, also as usual, was doing her best to ignore him. She was feeling miserable at her own birthday party. For some reason, maybe to cheer her up, the clown decided to carry the cake himself. That proved to be an unfortunate decision.
As he was walking towards Joy, the flames of the candles grew taller and taller, catching, eventually, in his wig. Soon, his head was a ball of fire, and he ran, uncontrollably around. Fate wanted that he ran straight towards Joy. To this day, every time Joy sees a clown, she has to resist the urge of running away screaming.
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