A bricklayer by trade, Oliver was known as a sensible, trustworthy man. So it was with amazement that his usual companions at the Rooster’s Tail pub heard him describe his day.
He told them he was carried to work in a magical box.
“My horse was lame so I set off walking to town. It was raining as you’ll remember, and pretty quick a kind lady stopped and offered me a ride.
“I got in and she had me sit up with her on this soft cushion. Then she turned her hand and I heard this loud noise from up front. She moved her hands and feet like a magician and suddenly we started moving, and it got faster and faster.
“The box was on wheels, and it sped over the countryside so fast I felt like a bird flying along above the ground.
“I looked at the passing scenery through a…well, a solid nothing. It was hard as a rock but you could see through it like there wasnʼt anything there.
“Then she leaned forward and did something mysterious with her fingers, and suddenly it sounded like there was an orchestra inside the metal box, but I donʼt know where theyʼd have fit.
“Then she told me there were three hundred horses up front under that flat panel – she called it a hood. Shoot, I didnʼt even hear one horse and I sure didnʼt know what she was talking about. Guess she was just making a joke.
“I gotta say, though, that conveyance was sure comfortable. Soft seat. A little flap to keep the sun out of your eyes. And even when it got real windy outside I didnʼt feel it at all, no dust or bugs blowing in my eyes.”
This is the conveyance that Oliver described to his friends. Naturally, they thought he’d been kicked in the head by his horse one too many times. By the next day Oliver, himself, was wondering if had all been a dream. But his saddle sure did feel hard from then on.