Little Weng’s job was to make sure Mr. Fun didn’t catch fire.

The water in his bucket was heavy.

He remembered his father telling him about the sea,

and how it undresses the earth every night.

The welding torch made Mrs. Fun think of New Year.

The dazzle and scent of solder hypnotized her.

How blind Mr. Fun scorched Golden Helper II onto the frame

of the family tricycle is—to this day—a complete miracle.