As Alan approached the weird cart, he became intrigued by the peculiar mechanisms on it. The first thing that catches his attention was the backseat, it was empty and was probably meant for a driver, and the open passengers cabin only made it all weirder.
-What a strange cart… the driver seat is behind and it doesn’t have horses… who the hell builds something that doesn’t move in the middle of nowhere?... HELLO! Is someone there?
He yelled at a safe distance, but since nobody answered, he decided to approach the cart and inspect it. When he was close enough to actually touch it, he realised that most of the carts’ external shell was made of some hot and hollow metal. Finally he found out where the weird noise that made him go there in the first place was coming from.
-Oh… this thing is hollow, ok… by the seven hells, who on earth builds a giant kettle in the middle of nowhere?
An exit on the long metallic tubes of that machinery allowed a weird smoke to go out from them, it was too white for something to be burning inside the cart and the smell was very peculiar. Alan quickly realised that the smell was without any doubt coal burning, since in his hometown almost every weekend they used to do barbeques due to the abundance of meat.
-Great… now i’m hungry, lost and have a giant kettle that thinks it’s a cart, in the middle of who knows where.
After going around the cart, the next step for Alan was to examine the front of the cart. There he noticed that the big metallic box in the front was generating absurd quantities of heat, that’s why he assumed that the coal should be inside the box. He was at a loss about what to do and what that weird machine really was. And without any more knowledge about it, he finally made the decision to stop looking around the cart and go inside.
-What would my old man say about this… nah, forget it… he always says out of place comments to the point of being absurd. Still i have to give him credit for something… “it takes a lot of courage to take the first step and a lot of stupidity to always make it go wrong”, so… if anyone is inside, i’m going in.
Since no one answered his warning, he decided to go inside the cart, but was suddenly stopped by someone who took his arm and pulled him backwards. As soon as Alan stopped, the stranger let go of his arm and with the face of someone who’s always thinking about something, he said.
-Good day youngster, it’s not good manners to search among the belongings of somebody else, did you know? Anyway, can i help you out little boy?
