Tell the Clown Weasel

You should tell the clown weasel, the other girls said. I had seen him before, but he looked daffy in his head. He wears a diamond triangle clown suit and enormous red shoes. I do not think I could, I admitted. He looks like rather weird news. He is sage and wise, they told me. He has never steered us wrong. A beautiful Indian woman who was nodding her head, wore a sarong. He has an enormous talent for telling you what you could do. He gives you a multitude of choices, several hints and some clues. I sought out the weasel, even though I was not optimistic at all. He gave me some ideas – some huge, others quite tiny and small. He has such a fine brain, I stayed with him for a couple of hours. My first impression had been ridiculous, he was full of smart powers.