The Toynbee Convector

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I put my head out the window and blew steam. “Hi, Red Tongue!” “Jiggers!” he said. “Come on! The circus!” Three minutes later I ran out of the house polishing two apples on my knee. Red tongue was da...ncing to keep warm. We agreed that the last one to reach the train yard was a damnfool old man. Eating apples, we ran through the silent town. We stood by the rails in the dark train yard and listened to them humming. Far away in the cold dark morning country, we knew, the circus was coming. The sound of it was in the rails, trembling. I put my ear down to hear it traveling. “Gosh,” I said. And then, there was the locomotive charging on us with fire and tight and a sound like a black storm, clouds following it. Out of boxcars red and green lanterns swung and in the boxcars were snorts and screams and yells. Elephants stepped down and cages rolled and everything mixed around until, in the first tight, the animals and men were marching, Red Tongue and I with them, through the town, out to tine meadowlands where every grass blade was a white crystal and every bush rained if you touched it.MoreLess
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