I wanted to post this to the intermediate board.*sighs* what’s done is done -_-

A wind-up clown wrapped with a bow was given to a child. To her he gave the gift of laughter. She would wind him up & he would dance and play. He watched as she grew and he loved her. One day she grew up and moved far away. Then there was no one to dance for and he did not want to play. So with no one to wind him he wound down and died of a broken heart.