Alice was online at the Chinese shop to buy some green tea as he overheard a conversation between the shop owner and a teenage girl; Bridget she thought the name was. Listening to them talk about the clown ointment and how to seal in the magic, got Alice to thinking. Alice was never one to discount the idea of magic. She firmly believed in it and always would. She raised her son Patrick and his sister to be big believers in it too. And it was Patrick who Alice was thinking about now. Patrick had always loved clowns, and with his 5th birthday in a week, Alice was disappointed that she could not hire a clown for the little boy, but maybe that wasn?t such a big deal anymore.?Excuse me, sir? Alice asked, ?But do you have any more of that clown ointment???Clown Ointment?? the shopkeeper asked her back. ?Yes I have more. Stuff never sells and now twice in 5 minute.? The shopkeeper walked Alice to the aisle it was stored in and went over the rules with her that he had gone over with that Bridget girl. Alice paid him