Party Pete - a doodle and a tale...

Pete didn’t go to parties any more. It was the laughter you see, all that fun and joking got on his nerves… really got on his nerves. He hated the smiles and giggles and laughter, the guffawing, the tittering, the smirking and snorting – and as for the pointing. No, it was a good job that he didn’t go to parties any more. He felt better for it.

The last party he’d gone to had been no different really. He turned up and within ten minutes or so everybody was laughing. Well, he’d changed all that… he’d soon wiped the smiles off their faces. He left each with a wide red grin though - a really wide red grin - that taught them.

Afterwards he’d tried to wipe the smile off his own face but it just didn’t seem to want to go; he’d rubbed and rubbed but it wouldn’t shift… so he’d given up. Strange really, it had never happened before. No, Pete didn’t go to parties any more. Not that he'd have be able to, even if he’d wanted to; not after all that mess and the other stuff - they’d never let him out again you see.

Perhaps in retrospect he wasn’t cut out to be a clown… Cut out!

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