All of a sudden the ring rolled off Wienerwurst's tail, and Marmaduke went scrambling after it. It rolled right near the lady—and all those snakes!
Marmaduke didn't like that. He was glad when he heard another voice call out, very cheerily.
"Here it is, Sonny!"
This was a very jolly voice, jollier than any he had ever heard in the world except the Toyman's.
The man who owned that voice stood before him, such a funny man, in a baggy white suit, with red spots like big red tiddledy winks all over it. He had a pointed cap all red and white too. And his face was all painted white, with long black eyebrows and a wide, wide, red mouth.
This was the way Marmaduke met Tody the Clown.
They had a long talk together and he seemed to understand little boys, just like the Toyman.
"It must be fine to always live in a circus," said Marmaduke. "Wish I did."
"Well, Sonny, when you grow up, maybe you can," replied Tody the Clown.
Marmaduke looked at the wide mouth with its funny smile.