ODIFEDEROT

An argument between you and your vehicle.

A common phenomenon in the modern era, where steaming vents and flaming bonnets are all too often seen to be lining the browning green verges of the nation’s highways, it is sometimes hard to remember that this has been going on for as long as unicorns have had the wheel.

In the golden age of wonders, before even the stone for the runes existed, many man-hours were spent in disputes over operating conditions of mules and horses that would decide their own way of things. It was even stranger if you came across any magical individual became involved in the conversation, as you would often find the animal had a much more philosophical and sensible point of view than the human. It was a fine line between watching a madman trying to persuade his donkey to take another step, and a witch discussing the reason why sophist arguments are no defence against the carrot on a stick approach.

Some other less noticeable but perhaps more unexpected transportation arguments have been documented: At an incident in Kansas, where a witch fell on a farmhouse, eyewitnesses said they saw a small object descending, silhouetted against the twilight choking a long thin stick and swearing vengeance on it and all the little dwarf ‘Buggers’ that had claimed to repair it.

In another incident, a ship disagreed with the recent change in captain, insisting that the old captain knew what he was doing. The last time the ship was seen, it was heading towards the actual black hole just outside Calcutta, the captain hanging from the bowsprit on a rope, having a blazing row with the figurehead as the rest of the crew jumped overboard to avoid disappearing forever.