She drew up her weary feet and tucked them under her skirt.
My, did that feel good! She heaved a sigh of relief, snuggled up against the sack and was asleep before she knew it.
But she was haunted by the weirdest dreams. In one of them she saw old Beppo,
with his broom held crossways like a balancing pole, teetering along a tightrope suspended above a dark chasm.
″Where's the other end?″ she heard him call, over and over again.
″I can't see the other end!″ And the tightrope did indeed seem infinitely long - so long that it stretched away into the darkness in both directions.
Momo yearned to help the old man, but she couldn't even attract his attention; he was too high up and too far away.
Then she saw Guido, pulling a paper streamer out of his mouth.
He pulled and pulled, but the streamer was endless and unbreakable - in fact he was already standing on a big mound of paper.
It seemed to Momo that he was gazing at her imploringly, as if he would suffocate unless she came to his rescue.
She tried to run to him, but her feet became entangled in the coils of paper,
and the more she struggled to free herself the more entangled she became.
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