he jogged past the jungle ride , now like a native temple in ruinsooh-ooh-ah-ah-ah ! past the bump cars , where grass grew up between the cracks of its iron flooring , the slick oversurface having been removed on which the cars used to careen , he hurried past the `` spinning tea cup '' ridea pigeon roost now , covered with pigeon droppings , and past the house of mirrors , as if past an abandoned shack with a cigarette billboard on its sidetill he stopped where the ferris wheel used to be and where suddenly the park was as if full of a crowd of peopletoothy-smiling young men with angular shoulders and a cigarette who hung over an angelic daughter with cotton candy or a candy apple , or clung to the hand of a son with a balloonmothers in white shorts with white sandals , looking like incarnations of aphrodite , and big dark men with pot bellies and a cigar , a scowl on their face for brothers who chased each other through the crowdscreams from the roller coaster , the pipe organ jinglinglovers arm in arm , always seen from behind , on asphalt , black and oily outside the restroomwhite and redof a kaleidoscopehoang-ha took off his m16 from his shoulder and went down on one knee , all in one motion , raising his weapon , and then , shot the monsterone , two , and three timesat the base of the skull , just below the head and , with mouth agape , watched the monster stumble and thenthen , like a ferris wheel tipping over , crash into the woods and plunge across canal road into the canal .