Actually, this is the end: "Getting to this

Actually, this is the end: "Getting to this point at all was a small wonder in itself. Everyone was proud." The last fold is where this story starts...

I tripped over something pink and fluffy, and wondered what it could have been...

wispy fluffs of pink hairs clung to my trouser leg and no matter what I did they remained attached to the fabric. I slowly turned around to examine the fluff ball I had tripped

up over, but it was gone, lost to the breeze. I sank to my knees, sending pink fluff flying everywhere. As the fluff flew I inhaled some and began to choke, desperately breathing

I thought I heard a tiny voice from the pink fluff say goodbye as it disappeared into the clouds. Sniffing, I suddenly felt quite alone. That's when the angry clown came 'round the

corner, brandishing a knife. Luckily, I had overcome my fear of clowns a long time ago and I kicked him squarely in the chest, sending him reeling back into a nearby birch.

The clown came back again with fists at the ready, evil grin plastered across his face, but I had already left the scene. I ran through the bushes, leaves brushing through my hair

, branches and thorns ripping my dress to ribbons and ruining my makeup. In desperation, I decided to set a trap for the clown who was in hot pursuit. I began to scratch at the

ground & dug up my weapon. I climbed a tree to wait. When I saw Shifty the Killer Clown nearing I took aim, threw and split him in two from his rainbow afro wig to his red nose.