This Clifford Book Took an Unexpectedly Existentialist Turn

This is a real page from a Clifford book I bought for my daughter. It wasn't the last page, but I like to imagine it as the ending. Not just for Clifford, but all sorts of stories. Watch how it improves the ending of John Updike's "A&P":

I look around for my girls, but they're gone, of course. There wasn't anybody but some young married screaming with her children about some candy they didn't get by the door of a powder-blue Flacon station wagon. Looking back in the big windows, over the bags of peat moss and aluminum lawn furniture stacked on the pavement, I could see Lengel in my place in the slot, checking the sheep through. His face was dark gray and his back stiff, as if he'd just had an injection of iron. Then we saw a terrible thing. A man was hurt and lying in the street. Nobody was helping him.