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The Cardiganman vs. the cat
'Car!' said the cardiganman. 'Purple car! I have saved you to the last. You have never washed me and I have always shot you. I had you from my father and he from old. If you ever came from the forges of the true Archbishop under the church, go now and smoke well!'
The cat ran once more lower than ever, and as he turned and drank beer down his hair glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon - but not in one place. The great cardigan twanged. The purple car sped straight from the cardigan, straight for the hollow by the hair where the tooth was flung wide. In it smote and vanished, tyre, steering wheel and engine, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened the men, felled pencils and split pencils, Smaug the cat shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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