Suddenly, the air around them seemed to sparkle. Bubbles of all shapes and sizes began to float from the whistle, dancing in the air like tiny planets. Tara reached out, her fingers brushing against one of the bubbles. Instead of popping, it turned into a miniature carousel, complete with tiny horses that galloped in circles.
“Thank you, Tara!” he announced, bowing low. “You’ve saved my show!” tara 8yo and clown pthc better