Weng talked it over with his neighbor,

and it was agreed that when Hui wasn’t home to keep an eye,

Mr. Fun would go to work with his son.

And there was still the extra seat on the back of the tricycle.

Mr. Fun now held on to his son
the way Weng once held on to him.

And pedaling was easy on account of Golden Helper II,

still tickling away under the frame.

A few strokes took them miles.

Occasionally someone would pass, see them not pedaling

and look down at the metal cabbage welded into the bike

with three chains pouring through.