It must have been surprising for any person to notice that a large wooden circle was moving in their direction. Painted red and white, the circle didn’t seem to see that the person was standing there, and continued moving towards them. Only until it was quite a lot closer was it finally recognized as a man carrying what looked like a giant dartboard, and not as a walking circle.
The sun was beating down on August’s shoulders with an intensity that was unusual for so late in the afternoon. It would have been so much easier for him to just roll the board to the tent, but Theodore was extremely strict about not getting grass stains its edges.
It was a great relief to the man when he finally spotted the person, for it gave him an excuse to set down the board for a while.
“Hello. I see you’ve made it to our little corner of town,” he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as a bright smile came upon his face.