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But
Leo
Auffmann
was
too
busy
noticing
that
the
room
was
falling
swiftly
up
.
How
interesting
,
he
thought
,
lying
on
the
floor
.
Darkness
closed
in
a
great
wink
on
him
as
someone
screamed
something
about
that
Happiness
Machine
,
three
times
.
The
first
thing
he
noticed
the
next
morning
was
dozens
of
birds
fluttering
around
in
the
air
stirring
up
ripples
like
colored
stones
thrown
into
an
incredibly
clear
stream
,
gonging
the
tin
roof
of
the
garage
softly
.
A
pack
of
multibred
dogs
pawfooted
one
by
one
into
the
yard
to
peer
and
whine
gently
through
the
garage
door
;
four
boys
,
two
girls
,
and
some
men
hesitated
in
the
driveway
and
then
edged
along
under
the
cherry
trees
.
Leo
Auffmann
,
listening
,
knew
what
it
was
that
had
reached
out
and
called
them
all
into
the
yard
.
The
sound
of
the
Happiness
Machine
.
It
was
the
sort
of
sound
that
might
be
heard
coming
from
a
giant
’
s
kitchen
on
a
summer
day
.
There
were
all
kinds
of
hummings
,
low
and
high
,
steady
and
then
changing
.
Incredible
foods
were
being
baked
there
by
a
host
of
whirring
golden
bees
as
big
as
teacups
.
The
giantess
herself
,
humming
contentedly
under
her
breath
,
might
glide
to
the
door
,
as
vast
as
all
summer
,
her
face
a
huge
peach
-
colored
moon
gazing
calmly
out
upon
smiling
dogs
,
corn
-
haired
boys
and
flour
-
haired
old
men
.
"
Wait
,
"
said
Leo
Auffmann
out
loud
.
"
I
didn
’
t
turn
the
machine
on
this
morning
!
Saul
!
"
