The stubborn rabbit ran off last Tuesday. His assistant hadn’t turned up for work again so was on her final warning. His magic wand had been left on the 4:50 from Paddington. Today’s gaggle of toddlers were a right tough crowd, but it wasn’t the day to saw one in half.
He needed to pull something out of the bag, and obviously it wasn’t going to be Mr. Flopsy. Then somehow he tripped over his own shoes. His pride took a knock but hysterics exploded like fireworks around the room. Presto chango! Without a spell being uttered, a clown was born.