Patrick LOVED clowns, ever since he could remember he always wanted to be a clown. His Parents were not at all supportive, they wanted him to get a respectible carer. However when Patrick found out about this place and more importantly the clown ointment. He came as soon as he could.
Patrick was a firm believer in magic, and despite his no nonsense Parents strict, cold distent, unloving and almost contemptious attitude towards him, his love of magic and clowns held strong.
Patrick had to have the ointment, but he had no money. Refusing to steal, Patrick hoped the Shop Keeper would let him work for the ointment. Patrick stared at the ointment he coveted. It was then the shopkeeper walked up behind him. " You need help?" He asked with a kind smile. Patrick turned around to look at the man. Instantly the shopkeeper could sense something was wrong. "You OK?" He asked with a concerned look. Patrick confided his story to the man. the old man listioned to him as he finished up the story. Taking the Ointment he...