The Clown and the Elephant

Every summer, the Blue Star Circus traveled from town to town.

It had a big blue tent with white stars on it.

There were bright lights, loud music, horses, dogs, and a very tall man who walked on a rope high in the air.

Children loved the Blue Star Circus.

When the circus trucks came into a town, they ran out of their houses and shouted, "The circus is here!

The circus is here!"

Peter was a clown in the Blue Star Circus.

He was thirty-five years old.

He had a round red nose, a green hat, and very big yellow shoes.

Before every show, he painted his face white, and then he painted a big red smile on it.

But under the paint, Peter did not smile.

He did not laugh, either.

He did not laugh at the dogs or at the funny horses.

He did not laugh at the jokes of the other circus people.

He was a clown, but he was not a happy man.

It was not always like this.

For ten years, Peter worked with another clown, Old Tom.

Tom was small and round, and he had a laugh like a big bell.

Tom and Peter did everything together.

They threw pies at each other, they fell off chairs, and they played music on tiny trumpets.

The children laughed so much that they cried.

After the shows, Tom and Peter ate dinner together and talked about new jokes until late at night.

But last winter, Tom came to Peter with a quiet face.

"Peter, I am seventy years old now," he said.

"My back hurts and my legs are tired.

I want to live in a small house by the sea.

I want to look at the water every day."

Peter was sad, but he understood.

Tom left the circus in January.

Before he left, he gave Peter his old yellow umbrella.

"Keep this," he said.

"It rained on the night of our first show together, remember?

This umbrella always brings good luck."

Now it was June, and Peter was doing the shows alone.

He threw pies, but there was nobody to catch them.

He fell off chairs, but there was nobody to help him up.

He tried his best, but the children did not laugh very much.

Some of them looked at their mothers and fathers.

Some of them looked at their shoes.

One evening after the show, Rosa came to his trailer.

Rosa was the owner of the Blue Star Circus.

She was a tall woman with grey hair and a kind face, but tonight her face was worried.

"Peter," she said, "I was watching your show tonight.

The children didn't laugh very much."

"I know," Peter said quietly.

He was taking the white paint off his face.

"Are you all right?" asked Rosa.

"I am fine," said Peter.

"I am just tired."

Rosa looked at him for a long time.

"You miss Tom," she said.

Peter didn't answer.

He looked at the yellow umbrella in the corner of his trailer.

"I miss him too," said Rosa.

"But the circus needs a happy clown, Peter.

Please try."

"I am trying," Peter said.

And that was true.

But trying was not enough.

The next morning, a big grey truck came into the circus field.

Everyone stopped working and looked at it.

A girl ran across the grass toward the truck.

It was Anna, Rosa's daughter.

Anna was twelve years old, and she had long brown hair and bright green eyes.

She helped with the animals every day, and she loved them all.

"She's here!

She's here!" Anna shouted.

"Mom, the elephant is here!"

A man opened the back of the truck.

Slowly, a young elephant walked down.

She was not very big for an elephant.

She had small bright eyes, big ears, and a long grey trunk.

There was a little hole in her left ear.

"Her name is Bubble," said the man from the truck.

"She is five years old.

Her old circus closed last month, and nobody wanted her."

"Why not?" asked Anna.

The man laughed.

"You'll see," he said.

At that moment, Bubble put her trunk into a bucket of water next to the truck.

She lifted it high, and — whoosh! — she sprayed water all over the man.

He was wet from his head to his feet.

Anna laughed.

Rosa tried not to laugh, but she couldn't stop her smile.

"She does that a lot," said the wet man.

"She doesn't listen, she doesn't do tricks, and she loves playing games.

Good luck!" He climbed back into his truck and drove away quickly.

Rosa looked at the little elephant.

"Well, Bubble," she said.

"Welcome to the Blue Star Circus."

That afternoon, Anna and Carlos tried to teach Bubble some simple tricks.

Carlos was the animal trainer of the circus.

He was a big man with a black beard and a gentle voice.

He worked with the horses and the dogs, and all the animals liked him.

"Bubble, sit down," said Carlos.

Bubble looked at him and did not sit down.

"Bubble, lift your foot," said Carlos.

Bubble lifted her trunk and took his hat.

"Bubble, walk around the ring," said Carlos.

Bubble walked to the gate, found a bag of apples, and ate all of them.

After two hours, Carlos sat down on a box.

He was hot and tired.

"Rosa, this is not easy," he said.

"This elephant is very clever, but she only wants to play."

Rosa looked worried again.

"Elephants cost a lot of money, Carlos.

She eats a lot of food every day, and we are a small circus.

If she can't be in the show, we can't keep her."

Anna's face went white.

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"There is a zoo in the city," Rosa said gently.

"They have a place for her.

They will take her at the end of the month if she can't work here."

"But she's happy here!

Look at her!" said Anna.

They all looked at Bubble.

She was rolling in the mud and making happy noises.

"I'm sorry, Anna," said Rosa.

"One month.

That's all I can give her."

That night, Anna sat next to Bubble in the elephant tent.

"Please learn something," she whispered.

"I don't want you to go away." Bubble put her trunk around Anna's arm, and they sat together quietly in the dark.

Peter didn't go to see the new elephant.

He only heard about her from the other circus people.

"She sprayed water on the truck driver!" said the tall man at breakfast.

"She took Carlos's hat and ate a whole bag of apples!" said one of the dog trainers.

Peter just nodded and drank his coffee.

He didn't want to meet an elephant.

He wanted to be alone.

Every day at lunchtime, Peter took his food to a quiet place behind the big tent.

There was an old wooden box there, and he always sat on it and ate his lunch alone.

On the third day after Bubble came, he was sitting on his box with his lunch.

He had some bread, some cheese, and a big red apple.

He put the apple on the box next to him and started to eat his bread.

He was thinking about Tom.

He was thinking about the sea.

When he looked down, the apple wasn't there.

"That's strange," Peter said.

He looked under the box.

He looked behind the box.

There was no apple anywhere.

Then he heard a noise behind him.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

He turned around.

There was a young elephant with a big red apple in her mouth.

It was his apple.

"Hey!" Peter said.

"That's my lunch!"

The elephant looked at him with her small, bright eyes.

Then she finished the apple.

Crunch.

"You are a bad elephant," said Peter.

"Go away."

But Bubble didn't go away.

She came closer.

She looked at his cheese.

Peter held the cheese close to his chest.

"No," he said.

"Not the cheese."

Bubble moved her trunk slowly toward the cheese.

Then, very fast, she lifted it up and took Peter's green hat off his head.

"My hat!" shouted Peter.

"Give me my hat!"

Bubble walked away quickly with the hat in her trunk.

Peter ran after her.

He was still wearing his big yellow clown shoes from the morning practice, and it was very hard to run in them.

After ten steps, he fell down on the grass.

Bubble stopped.

She turned around and looked at Peter on the ground.

Then she walked back and put the hat on his head.

But she put it on the wrong way, and it came down over his eyes.

"Hmph," said Peter.

He sat up and pushed the hat back from his eyes.

Somebody was laughing.

It was Anna.

She was standing near the elephant tent with a bucket in her hand.

"I'm sorry, Peter," she said, still laughing.

"But that was really funny.

I think she likes you!"

"She doesn't like me," said Peter.

"She likes my lunch." He stood up and brushed the grass off his clothes.

"Her name is Bubble," said Anna.

"If she can't learn any tricks, she has to go to a zoo at the end of the month."

"Good," said Peter, and he walked away.

But that night, in his trailer, he thought about the little elephant and his hat.

He thought about Anna and her happy laugh.

He felt something strange in his chest.

It was something small and warm.

He didn't know what it was.

The next day, Peter took his lunch to the same place.

This time he brought two apples.

"One for me," he said to himself, "and one for that bad elephant.

Then she will leave me alone."

Bubble came, of course.

She ate the first apple.

Then she ate the second apple.

Then she looked at Peter's bread.

"No," said Peter.

"Two apples are enough."

Bubble lifted her trunk and made a sad little noise.

Peter looked at her for a moment.

Then he gave her half of his bread.

After that, Bubble came to see Peter every day.

And every day, she played a new game with him.

On Monday, Peter was washing his face in a bucket of water behind his trailer.

When he looked up, Bubble was standing next to him.

She put her trunk into his bucket, and — whoosh! — she sprayed all the water on him.

Peter was wet from his hair to his big yellow shoes.

On Tuesday, Peter took off his big yellow shoes and left them outside his trailer door.

In the morning, one shoe wasn't there.

He looked everywhere.

He looked under the trailer, behind the trucks, and in the horse tent.

At last he found it in the elephant tent, under Bubble's bed of straw.

On Wednesday, Bubble took his red nose.

Peter was getting ready for the afternoon show.

He was sitting in front of his mirror with the window open.

Suddenly a grey trunk came through the window and took the red nose from his table.

Peter ran outside.

Bubble was standing there with the red nose on the end of her trunk.

She looked very, very funny.

"Bubble!

Give it back!" Peter said.

But his voice was not angry.

Not really.

The other circus people started to watch Peter and Bubble.

"Look," said the tall man to one of the dog trainers.

"The elephant is following Peter again."

That night, Peter couldn't sleep.

He got up and walked out of his trailer.

The field was dark and quiet, and there were many stars in the sky.

He walked to the elephant tent.

Inside, a small light was on.

Bubble was standing in her straw.

She was awake too.

Peter sat down on a box near her.

"You can't sleep either?" he asked.

Bubble moved her big ears slowly.

"Anna says your old circus closed," Peter said.

"I'm sorry.

Do you miss your friends?"

Bubble looked at him with her small bright eyes.

"I miss my friend too," Peter said.

"His name is Tom.

We worked together for ten years.

He was the funniest man in the world.

When Tom was with me, everything was easy.

People laughed, and I laughed too.

But now he lives by the sea, and I am alone.

I tried to be funny without him, but I couldn't.

I forgot how to laugh."

Bubble came closer.

She put her trunk on Peter's shoulder.

It was warm and heavy.

Peter sat very still.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

They stayed like that for a long time.

Then Peter went back to his trailer.

That night, he slept better than he did for many months.

On Thursday, something wonderful happened.

It was a hot afternoon.

Peter was practicing his chair trick in the empty ring.

In this trick, he sat on a very small chair, and the chair broke under him.

The chair was made to break easily.

It was an old joke from his shows with Tom.

He put the little chair in the middle of the ring and went to get his hat.

When he came back, Bubble was in the ring.

Anna was running after her.

"Bubble, come back!" she was shouting.

Bubble stopped in front of the little chair.

She looked at it.

She looked at Peter.

Then, very slowly, she turned around and tried to sit on the chair, just like Peter.

Crack!

The chair broke into many pieces.

Bubble sat down hard on the ground with her back legs out in front of her.

She had a very surprised face.

Her big ears went up, her trunk went up too, and she made a loud, silly noise like a trumpet.

Peter looked at her.

Then something happened inside him.

It started in his stomach.

It went up to his chest.

Then it came out of his mouth.

Peter laughed.

He laughed and laughed.

He laughed so much that he had to sit down on the ground next to Bubble.

He laughed until tears ran down his face.

Anna stood at the gate with her mouth open.

Then she started laughing too.

"Peter!" she said.

"You're laughing!

I never heard you laugh before!"

Peter wiped his eyes.

"I forgot how good it feels," he said.

Bubble stood up and put her trunk on top of Peter's head, and he laughed again.

Then Anna had an idea.

Her eyes grew big.

"Peter," she said slowly.

"Bubble doesn't want to do elephant tricks.

She wants to do clown tricks!"

Peter stopped laughing.

"What do you mean?"

"Look at her!

She takes your hat.

She takes your nose.

She sprays you with water.

And now she's sitting on your chair!

She's copying you, Peter!

She wants to be a clown like you!"

Peter looked at Bubble.

Bubble looked at Peter.

"An elephant clown," said Peter slowly.

"A clown and an elephant.

Together."

"Yes!" said Anna.

"You can make a new show together!

Then Bubble can stay with us, and you won't be alone anymore."

Peter was quiet for a moment.

He thought about Tom and their shows together.

He thought about the empty space next to him in the ring every night.

Then he looked at the little elephant with the silly face.

"All right," he said.

"Let's try."

Anna jumped in the air and hugged Bubble's trunk.

And Bubble made her happy trumpet noise again.

The next morning, Peter and Anna went to Rosa's office.

Rosa listened to their idea, but she did not look sure.

"An elephant clown?" she said.

"I don't know, Peter.

Elephants are big and strong.

A clown show needs very good timing.

If something goes wrong, somebody could get hurt."

"Bubble is careful," said Anna.

"She never hurts anyone.

She only plays."

"Please, Rosa," said Peter.

"Give us a chance."

Rosa looked at Peter's face.

For the first time in many months, his eyes were bright.

"All right," she said at last.

"In two weeks, we have our big show in the city.

A lot of people are coming.

Show me your act on the night before.

If it is good, Bubble stays with us.

If it is not good, she goes to the zoo."

So they started to practice.

Every morning at seven o'clock, Peter, Anna, and Bubble met in the empty ring.

Carlos came to help too.

At first, Peter tried to teach Bubble in the old way.

"Bubble, take my hat now," he said.

But Bubble didn't take the hat.

She looked up at the roof of the tent.

"Bubble, spray the water now," he said.

But Bubble didn't spray the water.

She drank it.

"This isn't working," Peter said on the second day.

He sat down on the ground, tired and hot.

Carlos laughed.

"Peter, you can't give her orders.

She is not a soldier.

She likes games.

Make the show into a game, and she will play with you."

So Peter changed the show.

He didn't tell Bubble what to do.

He just played, and he let Bubble play with him.

The new show was a little story.

In the story, Peter was a man who wanted to have a quiet picnic in the park.

He came into the ring with a big basket.

In the basket, there was a blanket, some sandwiches, some apples, and a big chocolate cake.

He put the blanket on the ground and sat down on it.

But every time he tried to eat something, there was a problem.

He took out a sandwich, and a grey trunk came from behind him and took it.

Peter turned around, but Bubble was looking up at the sky.

She was not doing anything.

Then he took out an apple, and the trunk took it again.

He turned around again.

This time, Bubble was looking down at her feet.

Next, Peter opened his yellow umbrella because the sun was very hot.

But Bubble took the umbrella and held it over her own head.

Now Peter sat in the hot sun, and Bubble sat in the cool shade.

At the end of the story, Peter was very angry.

He picked up a bucket of water to throw at Bubble.

But Bubble was faster.

She put her trunk into the bucket, and — whoosh! — Peter was wet again.

Then Bubble picked up the chocolate cake with her trunk and gave it to Peter.

They sat down on the blanket and ate the cake together.

Every day, the show got better.

Bubble loved it.

When she heard the music, she started to move her ears happily.

Peter loved it too.

He was laughing every day now.

Sometimes he laughed so much at practice that he forgot what came next.

The other circus people came to watch.

The tall man laughed.

The dog trainers laughed.

Even Carlos laughed until his face was red.

"It's good, Peter," he said.

"It's really good."

At last, the night before the big show came.

It was time to show Rosa.

That evening, Rosa sat in the front row.

Carlos turned on all the lights of the big tent.

The circus band started to play loud music.

Some of the circus people sat in the seats and clapped their hands.

They wanted to make it feel like a real show.

Peter walked into the ring with his picnic basket.

"Here we go," he whispered.

But Bubble did not come.

Peter looked at the gate.

Bubble was standing there, very still.

Her ears were flat against her head.

Her eyes were big and afraid.

The lights were bright and hot, and the music was very loud.

She never practiced with the lights and the band before.

"Come on, Bubble," said Anna softly.

"It's all right."

Then the drums started.

Boom, boom, boom.

Bubble made a small, frightened noise.

She turned around and ran out of the tent into the dark field.

"Bubble!" shouted Anna.

Rosa stood up.

Her face was sad.

"Peter," she said, "I'm sorry.

I can't put an elephant in the show if she is afraid of the lights.

A frightened elephant can be dangerous."

"Please, Rosa," said Peter.

"Wait.

Give me ten minutes."

He picked up the yellow umbrella and went out into the field.

It was dark and cool.

Far away, he could see a grey shape near the trees.

He walked slowly toward it.

Bubble was standing under a big tree.

She was shaking.

Peter sat down on the grass near her.

He didn't say anything for a while.

"I know," he said at last.

"It's scary, isn't it?

The lights, the noise, and all those people watching you."

Bubble moved her ears a little.

"I was afraid too," said Peter.

"After Tom left, I was afraid every night.

I went into the ring alone, and I always thought the same thing.

They won't laugh, because I'm not funny without Tom.

And they didn't laugh, because I was afraid."

He stood up and looked at the little elephant.

"But then you came," he said.

"You took my apple and my hat and my red nose.

You made me laugh again.

And I wasn't alone anymore."

He opened the yellow umbrella and held it over Bubble's head, just like in the show.

"This is Tom's umbrella," he said.

"Tom says it brings good luck.

I think he is right.

It brought me you."

Bubble looked up at the umbrella.

Slowly, she stopped shaking.

She put her trunk around the handle and held the umbrella herself.

"We can do it together," said Peter.

"You and me.

If you are scared, look at me.

I will be right there next to you.

All right?"

Bubble made a small, soft noise.

Then she walked back toward the tent with Peter.

She was holding the yellow umbrella over her head.

When they came in, Rosa asked Carlos to make the lights a little softer.

She asked the band to play a little more quietly at the start.

Then Peter and Bubble did their show.

It wasn't perfect.

Bubble dropped the cake once, and Peter forgot one of his jokes.

But at the end, Rosa was smiling.

"All right," she said.

"Tomorrow night, you are in the show.

Both of you."

The next day, the circus was in the big city.

The blue tent stood in a large park, and by seven o'clock, every seat was full.

Outside, it was raining hard.

People came in with wet coats and umbrellas, but they were excited.

Behind the tent, Peter painted his face white and put on his big red smile.

Then he put on his green hat, his red nose, and his big yellow shoes.

His hands were shaking a little.

Anna came to his trailer.

She was wearing her best blue dress.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"I don't know," said Peter.

"Is Bubble ready?"

"She's eating her fourth apple," said Anna.

"I think she's ready."

Peter laughed.

Then he took the yellow umbrella and walked to the tent.

The show started.

The horses ran around the ring.

The dogs jumped through hoops.

The tall man walked on his rope high in the air.

The people clapped and cheered.

On the first night in a new city, Rosa always sat in the front row, and tonight she was there too.

Then the music changed, and a man in a red coat spoke in a big voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen!

Boys and girls!

Please welcome the Clown and the Elephant!"

Peter walked into the ring with his picnic basket.

The lights were bright.

Hundreds of faces were looking at him.

For one moment, he felt afraid again.

Then he heard a noise behind him.

It was a happy little trumpet.

Bubble was there.

The show began.

Peter put down his blanket.

He took out a sandwich.

Bubble's trunk came from behind him and took it.

The children laughed.

Peter turned around.

Bubble looked up at the roof.

The children laughed louder.

Peter took out an apple.

The trunk took it again.

Peter turned around.

Bubble looked down at her feet.

Now the mothers and fathers were laughing too.

Then something happened that was not in the show.

A drop of rain came through a small hole in the roof of the tent.

Then another drop came.

It fell right on Peter's red nose.

Peter looked up.

Then he looked at Bubble.

Bubble looked at the yellow umbrella.

Very slowly, Bubble picked up the umbrella with her trunk and opened it.

Then she held it over Peter's head.

It was not over her own head, like in practice.

It was over Peter's head.

The people were quiet for a second.

Then they all said, "Ahhh!" together.

Peter took off his hat and bowed to Bubble.

Bubble bowed back, and the umbrella fell on top of Peter's head.

The whole tent was full of laughter.

Then it was time for the bucket.

Peter lifted the bucket to throw the water at Bubble.

But Bubble was faster, as always.

Whoosh!

This time, Peter jumped away very quickly, and the water flew past him.

It went all over Rosa in the front row!

Everyone was quiet.

Peter's face went white under his white paint.

Rosa sat there with water running down her grey hair and her nice coat.

Then Rosa started to laugh.

She laughed and laughed.

And then everyone was laughing.

The children were laughing, the parents were laughing, and the circus people behind the curtain were laughing.

Even Bubble made her loud, silly trumpet noise.

At the end, Bubble gave Peter the chocolate cake, and they ate it together in the middle of the ring.

The people stood up and clapped for a long, long time.

Some of them threw flowers into the ring.

Peter stood next to Bubble, and he was smiling.

It was a real smile, under the painted one.

After the show, many people came to the back of the tent to see Bubble.

Children wanted to touch her trunk, and Bubble enjoyed it very much.

She took one little boy's hat and then gave it back to him, and he laughed happily.

Peter was sitting on a box and taking off his big yellow shoes.

Then he heard a voice behind him.

It was a voice that he knew very well.

"Well, well.

You threw water at the owner of the circus.

That's a new joke.

I like it."

Peter turned around.

A small round old man in a raincoat was standing there.

He had a big smile and a laugh like a bell.

"Tom!" Peter jumped up and hugged his old friend.

"Tom! What are you doing here?

You live by the sea!"

"I got a letter," said Tom, and he took an envelope out of his pocket.

"It was from a young lady called Anna.

In the letter, she asked me to come to the show tonight.

She told me about you and your new partner.

She told me that you are laughing again.

So I took the train.

I didn't want to miss this."

Anna was standing behind Peter with a big smile on her face.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she said.

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

Peter couldn't speak for a moment.

His eyes were wet, and this time it wasn't because of the water.

Tom walked over to Bubble.

He looked at her for a long time, and Bubble looked at him too.

Then she reached out her trunk and took Tom's hat.

Tom laughed his big bell laugh.

"She's perfect, Peter," he said.

"She's a real clown.

She's better than me!"

"Nobody is better than you," said Peter.

"Oh, I don't know about that," said Tom.

He put his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"When I left, I was worried about you," he said.

"You are a good clown, Peter, but you are only good when you are happy.

Tonight I watched you, and you were happy.

Really happy.

That is all I wanted."

Rosa came over.

Her hair was still a little wet, but she was smiling.

"Tom! How wonderful to see you!" she said, and she hugged him.

Then she turned to Peter and Anna.

"I'm going to call the zoo tomorrow morning," she said.

"I'm going to tell them that Bubble is staying with us.

She is a member of the Blue Star Circus now."

Anna shouted with happiness and threw her arms around Bubble's trunk.

Bubble lifted Anna off the ground a little, very gently, and put her down again.

That night, after everyone went home, Tom, Peter, Anna, Rosa, and Carlos ate dinner together in the big tent.

They told old stories and new jokes until very late.

Bubble stood near them.

She was eating apples and listening to everyone, and sometimes she took somebody's bread.

The next morning, Tom went back to his little house by the sea.

At the train station, he said to Peter, "Keep the umbrella.

It belongs to both of you now."

The circus traveled on to the next town, and the next, and the next.

Everywhere they went, people came to see the Clown and the Elephant.

Children laughed until they cried.

Parents laughed until their stomachs hurt.

And Peter laughed every single day.

Every night after the show, Peter took off his white face paint and his big yellow shoes.

Then he walked across the dark field to the elephant tent.

He always brought two apples, one for Bubble and one for himself.

But Bubble always ate both of them.

One quiet night at the end of the summer, the circus was in a small town near the mountains.

The air was cool, and the sky was full of stars.

Peter sat down in the soft straw next to Bubble.

The yellow umbrella stood in the corner of the tent.

Outside, a little rain was falling, soft and slow, on the roof of the tent.

Pat, pat, pat.

"You know, Bubble," Peter said quietly, "when you came, I was very sad.

I thought I lost my laugh forever.

But you found it.

You found it and gave it back to me, just like my hat."

Bubble moved her big ears slowly.

Her eyes were half closed.

"Thank you, my friend," said Peter.

Bubble put her warm trunk on his shoulder, the same way she did on that first night.

Peter leaned against her big grey side.

He could hear her slow, deep breathing, in and out, in and out, like the waves of the sea.

The rain fell softly.

The stars shone above the tent.

Far away, a dog barked once, and then everything was quiet.

Peter closed his eyes.

He was smiling.

And there, in the warm straw, the clown and the elephant fell asleep together, and they both had very happy dreams.