Everyone in Ed’s family is a clown.
Ed’s grandfather is a clown.
Ed’s father is a clown.
Ed’s mother is a clown.
Ed wants to be a clown too.
Now Ed is seven years old.
He will go to clown school.
“Ed,here’s your school uniform,”said his mother.
As Ed looked at his unform,he was very surprised.
The coat was too long for his arms.
And the pants were too short for his legs.
The shoes were too big for his feet.
And the hat was too small for his head.
“Mom!My uniform doesn’t fit,”Ed said.
Ed’s mother looked at each piece of clothing.
“Everything is perfect.Let me help you put it on,”she said,smiling.
“There you are,Dear.Now I will paint your face.
I’ll make your mouth bigger.”
“I’ll paint a tear under your eye.I’ll give you a red nose.
And here is a funny hat on your head,”said his mother.
Ed looked in the mirror.He was very happy.
“Does this mean I’m a clown?”he asked.
“No,”says his mother.”You only look like one.”
So Ed walked to clown school with two smiled.
One was painted.And one was real.