A moment ago, the valley before him was empty. Now it was teeming with people of all kinds, young and old, dressed fantastically. There were colorful flags and rows upon rows of tents; some looked like tiny houses with lawns and decorations. One was a giant shoe. Away in the distance, he saw what looked like a stadium, if a stadium had been sliced horizontally like a layer cake. The sections were spinning slowly and floating well above the ground. Two sets of three hoops stood at either end of the Pitch? Open-air? Field? He saw a few people playing some pick-up ball game, but they were riding brooms. He followed Jean goggling at everything he saw.