It was a good thing that being such a seasoned traveler, Grandpa
Potts was immune to seasickness and motion-sickness of all sorts.
Otherwise the swinging of his hut under the double-dashed flying
craft would surely have occasioned a moment of digestive
unpleasantness by now.
Of course, making sure he didn't fall when the hut's door --
lacking, as it did, an internal latch -- inevitably swung open
with its motions was a sufficient distraction. He could be
excused for his preoccupation with his safety, and for being
surprised -- and double-dashed surprised at that -- by the
*knock* upon the door almost as soon as he'd finally secured the
blasted thing.
Pushing open the door's hinged window, he leaned out over the
shelf that formed its sill. "I say, who's knocking at *this*
altitude?"
A young man -- or so it seemed -- in grey with an absurd helmet
rose into view, riding upon some manner of contraption Grandpa
wouldn't have been surprised to see come out of his son Caractacus'
workshop. Grandpa glanced down -- no ground there, quite.
"Excuse me," said the young man, "but the manner of your travel
gave me every impression that you might be in the process of being
abducted. If that indeed is the case, I just wanted to offer any
aid that you may be in need of."
Grandpa doffed his pith helmet. "I'd be much obliged."
Potts was immune to seasickness and motion-sickness of all sorts.
Otherwise the swinging of his hut under the double-dashed flying
craft would surely have occasioned a moment of digestive
unpleasantness by now.
Of course, making sure he didn't fall when the hut's door --
lacking, as it did, an internal latch -- inevitably swung open
with its motions was a sufficient distraction. He could be
excused for his preoccupation with his safety, and for being
surprised -- and double-dashed surprised at that -- by the
*knock* upon the door almost as soon as he'd finally secured the
blasted thing.
Pushing open the door's hinged window, he leaned out over the
shelf that formed its sill. "I say, who's knocking at *this*
altitude?"
A young man -- or so it seemed -- in grey with an absurd helmet
rose into view, riding upon some manner of contraption Grandpa
wouldn't have been surprised to see come out of his son Caractacus'
workshop. Grandpa glanced down -- no ground there, quite.
"Excuse me," said the young man, "but the manner of your travel
gave me every impression that you might be in the process of being
abducted. If that indeed is the case, I just wanted to offer any
aid that you may be in need of."
Grandpa doffed his pith helmet. "I'd be much obliged."
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-- Bob
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....