The Green Door

The room beyond the green door was filled with mannequins in clown costumes, contorted into all manner of weird poses, wrestling and doing backflips and throwing pies at each other. One clown, Emily noticed, was even pulling another clown's trousers down! And the other clown was a lady clown! How rude! She strolled past them, nose in the air, determined not to give them the satisfaction of being watched. Even if they were just mannequins.

An enormous grinning clown mask, twice Emily's height, was fixed to the far wall. Its nose was a big red rubber balloon. She looked at it, puzzled. There was no door. What was she supposed to do?