My brother is such a clown. He loves putting on the clown character, loves playing with children. Sometimes he just wears some mask and scares us all at night at home.
It was the festive period where we were all celebrating and bringing each character as an Halloween. So all of us were playing a costume. We were going to wear.
My brother, Aziza, didn't answer us. He wanted to surprise us and we were wondering what would be the surprise. Then all of a sudden, he just appeared, dressing like a mouse, and was riding an open car. We were surprised. Who could this be? He just rode past us as if he never knew us. And we saw the same car at home.
We were wondering, was it not the car that passed us? Who could it be? Was it an Arm robber or a stranger? Who was this that dressed like a mouse? And drove past us, and could not greet us, and just went straight to our house without any awareness.
We were all afraid. Who might be this mouse rider? After we entered the house, being tensed, my father was tensed, my mother was tensed. And all of a sudden, my brother just jumped up from the ceiling and landed on the floor. We were all scared and we all screamed.
Then he shouted, Happy Halloween.
And at first, we were tensed and angry, but we all fought for the fun because we knew that was how he usually acts. And we were scared. For another day, we called him a mouse rider. And he brought the name happily. As the clan he was.
