Beneath a rabbit hole, the Fool's circus.
Toll of a Tree: Death!ch. 30
Down a tunnel of roots and dry dirt lies a drooping black, white and red circus tent, lit by swirling lights of every color in fast breaths. Puppets fill tiers of benches; puppet musicians mimic false music while an accordion plays true. The Fool descends on a fish hook. Hearts are thrown, and the goat-headed bull tramples Alice there.