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In
the
nursery
the
jungle
burned
.
Blue
lions
roared
,
purple
giraffes
bounded
off
.
The
panthers
ran
in
cirdes
,
changing
color
,
and
ten
million
animals
,
running
before
the
fire
,
vanished
off
toward
a
distant
steaming
river
…
Ten
more
voices
died
.
In
the
last
instant
under
the
fire
avalanche
,
other
choruses
,
oblivious
,
could
be
heard
announcing
the
time
,
playing
music
,
cutting
the
lawn
by
remote
-
control
mower
,
or
setting
an
umbrella
frantically
out
and
in
the
slamming
and
opening
front
door
,
a
thousand
things
happening
,
like
a
clock
shop
when
each
clock
strikes
the
hour
insanely
before
or
after
the
other
,
a
scene
of
maniac
confusion
,
yet
unity
;
singing
,
screaming
,
a
few
last
cleaning
mice
darting
bravely
out
to
carry
the
horrid
ashes
away
!
And
one
voice
,
with
sublime
disregard
for
the
situation
,
read
poetry
aloud
in
the
fiery
study
,
until
all
the
film
spools
burned
,
until
all
the
wires
withered
and
the
circuits
cracked
.
The
fire
burst
the
house
and
let
it
slam
flat
down
,
puffing
out
skirts
of
spark
and
smoke
.
In
the
kitchen
,
an
instant
before
the
rain
of
fire
and
timber
,
the
stove
could
be
seen
making
breakfasts
at
a
psychopathic
rate
,
ten
dozen
eggs
,
six
loaves
of
toast
,
twenty
dozen
bacon
strips
,
which
,
eaten
by
fire
,
started
the
stove
working
again
,
hysterically
hissing
!
The
crash
.
The
attic
smashing
into
kitchen
and
parlor
.
The
parlor
into
cellar
,
cellar
into
sub
-
cellar
.
Deep
freeze
,
armchair
,
film
tapes
,
circuits
,
beds
,
and
all
like
skeletons
thrown
in
a
cluttered
mound
deep
under
.
Smoke
and
silence
.
A
great
quantity
of
smoke
.
Dawn
showed
faintly
in
the
east
Among
the
ruins
,
one
wall
stood
alone
.
Within
the
wall
,
a
last
voice
said
,
over
and
over
again
and
again
,
even
as
the
sun
rose
to
shine
upon
the
heaped
rubble
and
steam
:
"
Today
is
August
5
,
2026
,
today
is
August
5
,
2026
,
today
is
…
"
Somehow
the
idea
was
brought
up
by
Mom
that
perhaps
the
whole
family
would
enjoy
a
fishing
trip
.
But
they
weren
’
t
Mom
’
s
words
;
Timothy
knew
that
.
They
were
Dad
’
s
words
,
and
Mom
used
them
for
him
somehow
.
