A sparrow fluttered down and wore a note like a scarf. The paper said please return the laughter before sundown. 

Snoggle gasped. Junior tipped his hat. That means it is real he said. They followed the bird through narrow alleys where signs smiled.

 The scent of pastries trailed behind. The sparrow perched beside a small music box that glowed soft blue. It hummed a tune that tugged at their hearts.