I have a

friend. His
name is Lemon.
He is a clown.
He is a careless
clown.
I always watch his show.
 He always ends up with torn jackets,
socks and pants. “Friend, take care of
your things.” I usually tell him.
 So Lemon bought a sewing
machine. Every time his clothes got
torn, he sewed them with the machine.
His clothes were full of stitches.
 The day before Lemon’s birthday,
we had a meeting. We wanted to thank
him for making us happy by giving
him a party. We were worried about
what Lemon would wear to the party.
 “Dress like anyone else,” one friend
said. “You will look elegant in a suit,”
another friend added. “What will I wear?”
he asked me. So we went to his house and
opened his cabinet.
 “This is awful. Your clothes are full of
stitches,” I said. “But I don’t have other
clothes to wear,” he said. “These clothes will
just be fine,” he added.
 At the party, our friends
were surprised to see Lemon.
 The hero of
the show was
in his old
clown suit, full
of stitches.
 The next day, Lemon
asked me to go with him. We
went to a store selling suits.
He bought a suit. “This time I
will take care of this suit,” he
promised.