It was made to be used by people. How many times have you felt like a book shelf, sitting in the living room gathering dust, filled with thoughts already written, how about now?” says a bald man as you come running sideways through the opening merry go round. And one of the horses on the merry go round has a carriage, and in it you glance, an empty receptacle, that is always emptying and filling itself with something, and you see silhouttes of people jumping up on a wagon. You hear laughter and joy from it. The wizard, who doesn’t yet realize he is a wizard, counts his blessings and delivers, through a wormhole, the Midas touch to his dear friend, Wandering Angus.