“Sounds good in here,” he shouted through the hearse window. “How does it sound to you lot?”
The person with the most comprehensive mechanical knowledge answered.
“It's working a treat,” said Mrs. Ladle, proud of her handiwork. “That should keep you going for a good few thousand miles, I reckon.”
Mrs. Ladle was congratulated and thanked for all her efforts by the formerly stranded travellers. Secretly however, they were all thankful that they hadn't been the discoverers of the age old mystery of what a witch kept under her skirts. That was a puzzle best left to the imagination. Admittedly, that imagination belonged to someone who spent rather a lot of time alone, drew weird shapes with crayons and whose patio needed investigating, but you get the point.
As they all piled back into the
