A clown is in pain and rashly wishes for death. When he appears, he asks him for a reprieve. In return, he has to teach him to laugh. What a task!

"I wish I was dead," sighs the clown thoughtlessly in his grief at no longer being able to make anyone laugh. As soon as he calls out, Death appears and wants to take him away. How to get rid of the Grim Reaper? Make fun of him? That's impossible. Beg him? No use. The only chance to go on living is to fulfill Death's most fervent wish: To teach him to laugh. If that's not a job for a clown!"


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