The little clown’s doleful eyes were locked on his own, warm and unwavering, as he held up the shiny red apple. Peter thought it looked the same as the clown’s nose, and smiled.
“After you choose” said the clown who stood next to the other, a squirming puppy in his hands “we’ll all magically leave this surgical ward and go on a wonderful adventure together!”
“Yeah Peter, which is it? The dog or the apple?” chimed the other clowns who stood behind the first two.
Peter frowned, then grinned.
“Good choice Peter!” exclaimed the clown who held the puppy as he placed it on Peter’s lap, holding it gently on the duvet until Peter leaned forward and grasped it.
The clowns cheered and clapped their hands. Peter picked up the puppy and brought it up to his chest, beaming at all his friends.
The puppy screamed as Peter hunched over it and bit deeply into its flank.