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>A few hours later, drenched from the rain, so tired and depressed you can barely stand up, you and Uncle Clyde head for home.
>Too bad about the elephants," Uncle Clyde says quietly. "They sure did a lot of damage in town."
>"But it was all covered by the circus's insurance," you say sadly. "I didn't pay for a thing, not a thing."
>"How badly did you do?" your uncle asks, sympathetic for the first time.
>You do some fast figuring in your head.
>"I made a profit of $14," you tell him.
>"Not bad. Not bad," he says, chuckling.
>"Tell you what. I'll let you spend that $14 on me okay?"
>"Okay," you say.
>"Let's go have a coupla pizzas!" says Uncle Clyde.
>—
>THE END
Well, that was as big a failure as every other time I've tried to have a social event.