(The carnival was waiting for them.)
(Bumblebee walked Clich through its great black mouth of a front gate, so low that the dangling chains of the sign bounced off the top of Clich’s head as he passed. No guests filled the grounds. Litter covered the ground and blew in the wind, but no noise penetrated from outside. Bumblebee pushed Clich inside.) Go! Go in, go in!Â
(Bumblebee wasn’t there when Clich turned around.)Â

















