A procession holding all sorts of bizarre instruments was playing, accompanied by various juggling acts.
In the procession was a towering float, and seated inside was a clown—a clown Faye Yardley felt was very familiar.
The moment Faye Yardley looked at the clown, he looked back at her.
The instant their eyes met, the smile on the clown's face grew even more exaggerated.
The next moment, Faye Yardley found herself on the float, and a wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.
"It's starting, it's starting!"
"The selection is so fast this time! Pick me, pick me!"
"I'm so jealous! Clown, pick me, pick me!"
All sorts of voices filled the air. Faye was astonished; everyone, whether on the streets or on the rooftops, was shouting for him to pick them.
'So... I've been chosen?'
Soon, a shy little boy with rabbit ears appeared beside Faye Yardley. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the clown, his adoration and excitement at being chosen plain to see.
