One day a spoilt little girl visited a circus. Near the entrance she sighted a large booth, the stall keeper was selling clowns, there was only 1 left. The girl tugged on her fathers sleeve, 'Daddy, daddy, I want that one, I want that one!' The clown in the corner grinned at her and held up 6 fingers. The girl's father grumbled but complied. Over the next week the little girl took great care of her clown, playing with him everyday, until one night her dad refused to buy her a pony....she thre a tantrum and threw her clown down the stairs. The next morning the girl's dad walked into her room to wake her for school. The girl was gone. In her place, in bed......was the clown......blood dripping from it's teeth, holding up 7 fingers.....