Tara 8yo And Clown 175

I thought it was a gimmick. A funny hat and a fake backstory.

"Clown," he said, tipping his hat to Tara. "Number 175. At your service." Tara 8yo And Clown 175

They met one autumn afternoon when Tara followed a trail of mismatched buttons—blue, brass, and pearly—down to Clown’s garden. Clown was sitting in a wooden chair, feeding crumbs to a troop of sparrows and talking to a small brass clock that always ran a minute slow. I thought it was a gimmick

For the rest of the afternoon, Tara and Clown 175 played together in the park. Clown 175 showed Tara how to juggle colorful balls, how to make balloon animals, and even how to walk on a pretend tightrope. Tara, in turn, told Clown 175 all about her favorite stories and the magical worlds she had created in her mind. "Number 175

The juxtaposition of an 8-year-old’s wonder with a "Clown" unit’s calculated (or perhaps eerie) nature creates a compelling narrative.