Bozo practises his circus tricks
‘Hello I’m Bozo, I’m a Clown. You may have seen my happy face somewhere? I like to teach little kids things. I try to make it fun to learn. Can you catch a ball yet? I can. I can throw six balls up in the air all at once. Mind you it took me a few years to learn that. I just had to keep practicing. When I was good at catching one ball, I went on to catching two, then three and so on. I practice a lot. I used to try throwing a ball up over my head, and catching it again. Best to do that outside so you don’t knock the pictures off the walls .
One day I forgot and I threw my ball under my leg and up towards the ceiling. It hit the light and poof! all the lights went out. Oh dear!’
‘Stand still everyone, there is broken glass about!’, said Dad. He lit his torch and Mum swept up the mess.
‘What do we say about throwing the ball indoors?’ said Mum.
‘I must look where I throw it and throw it small, small throws, not like that. Oops sorry!’
‘Okay, now what else do you want to do? That ball’s going away for a while,’ said Dad.
‘Okay I’ll practice juggling my plates now…’
‘No, no throwing, no juggling, even if they are plastic plates. What else do you have to practice?’ said Dad.
‘How about my tin whistle?’
‘Now that’s a good idea, just make sure you’re not annoying anyone with it.’
That was the trouble! Everyone hated hearing me playing the tin whistle!
‘Tell you what,’ said my sister, I will practice reading you a story instead, how about that?’ Well, I didn’t think she needed to practise reading, I thought she was good at it already, but I didn’t say ‘No’!
‘Okay, thanks. Then I’ll do some somersaults in the hall. ‘
Mum said I just had too much energy, and that it was a pity was raining.
‘Never mind we will all go out later with our wellies on, and you can splash in the puddles…’ she said.
When Bozo was a little boy he liked to practise doing things. Can you say what he practised?
What did he want to be when he grew up?
What rules did Bozo’s mum and dad have about playing with balls indoors?
What rules do you have about playing with balls?
What might happen if you just threw balls around indoors?
What happened when Bozo threw the ball at the ceiling?
Does this story remind you about anything that has happened to you or your family?