When she reached a swinging door, she pounded on it. It didn’t move. “Come on. Open up!” Pushing up on her toes, she stretched to see through the circular window. “Let me in!” She hit the door again. “Soon I’ll be big enough to see in the window, and then I'll find out what’s going on in there!” She slumped to the floor. “Come on, Door. Please?” The door didn’t move. She stood and kicked it hard. Plodding down the last of the stairs, Irma looked at the watch. Its hands moved erratically, randomly changing direction. Irma stepped out of the building. She spotted the tire leaning against the jungle gym at the far side of the courtyard. “Tire! I need to talk to you.” The tire rose and rolled slowly over to Irma. “Pm sorry for scolding you yesterday.” The tire came closer so she could pet it. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, and I shouldn’t have been so angry with you.” The tire bounced a little under her tiny, soft hand. Across the courtyard, a door opened. A cart rolled out, carrying a tray. “Yum, chicken!” Irma exclaimed. “Thank you, Cart. Jungle Jim! I need a place to sit.” The jungle gym maneuvered its numerous, skeleton-like legs of pipe across the courtyard. After planting itself in the ground near Irma, its long, steel arms formed a seat of bars.