All they could still do was make a noise, but it was an angry, ill-tempered noise, not the happy hullabaloo of former times.
The men in gray made no direct approach to them - there was no need.
The net they had woven over the city was so close-meshed as to seem impenetrable.
Not even the brightest and most ingenious children managed to slip through its toils.
The amphitheater remained silent and deserted. The men in gray had done their work well.
All was in readiness for Momo's return. So Momo sat on the stone steps and waited in vain for her friends to turn up.
She sat and waited all day, but no one came - not a soul.
The sun was sinking in the west. The shadows grew longer, the air more chill.
At last Momo rose stiffly to her feet. She was hungry because no one had thought to bring her something to eat.
This had never happened before. Even Guido and Beppo must have forgotten about her, she reflected,
but she consoled herself with the thought that it was just an oversight - a silly mistake that would sort itself out the next day.
She went and knelt beside the tortoise, which had already tucked itself in for the night.
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