Some day, every car must die.
Once, in a faraway land rife with trees and academia, there lived a maiden adventurous in spirit, with a silver steed upon which she traveled throughout the Land of Trees. She went to a city of Rapids, Grand and populous. She went to small villages and towns, seeking exotic cuisine, and with her closest companions , our fair maiden journeyed to entertain children with Biblical comedy. The maiden and her silver friend assisted many good people arrive at their destinations of choice: home, work, school, Puppets, Cross Country, concerts, coffeeshops and places so numerous neither the maid, nor Trusty Silver count count them.
One day, adventuring across concrete, bridges, rivers and fields, our heroine and her counterpart arrived in Hamburg, a land where dreams come true. That is, if the dreams in question are not particularly lofty. She enjoyed herself in Hamburg, passing her time there walking through the forest alongside her friend and his companion, a canine. One can only suppose the reliable steel friend had enjoyed the excursion as well. As the maiden from the academic kingdom left the abode of her canine-owning friend, something went horribly wrong. Approaching an intersection of two roads, the girl gently instructed her gliding mode of transportation to halt. Halt it did. And sputtered. Confused, she coaxed the life beck into it. Whether it was life which refused to come through, or the formerly trustworthy steed which refused to receive it, the young lady could go no farther. There, her path laid out before here in the asphalt, the road that led to the road (and so on) to her destination within her sights, she was stuck.
While Hamburg may not be a land where dreams can come true, there were passing out of the place three obliging and strong men, who pushed from behind as the girl steered, slowly but definitely placing her now defunct getaway in a place designated for such a purpose. The girl produced her magical, black communication device and inquired after her fairy godmother for help. Her fairy godmother obliged, promising to arrive shortly, and still more magically deliver Dying Silver to a place of healing.
The maiden waited.
One day, adventuring across concrete, bridges, rivers and fields, our heroine and her counterpart arrived in Hamburg, a land where dreams come true. That is, if the dreams in question are not particularly lofty. She enjoyed herself in Hamburg, passing her time there walking through the forest alongside her friend and his companion, a canine. One can only suppose the reliable steel friend had enjoyed the excursion as well. As the maiden from the academic kingdom left the abode of her canine-owning friend, something went horribly wrong. Approaching an intersection of two roads, the girl gently instructed her gliding mode of transportation to halt. Halt it did. And sputtered. Confused, she coaxed the life beck into it. Whether it was life which refused to come through, or the formerly trustworthy steed which refused to receive it, the young lady could go no farther. There, her path laid out before here in the asphalt, the road that led to the road (and so on) to her destination within her sights, she was stuck.
While Hamburg may not be a land where dreams can come true, there were passing out of the place three obliging and strong men, who pushed from behind as the girl steered, slowly but definitely placing her now defunct getaway in a place designated for such a purpose. The girl produced her magical, black communication device and inquired after her fairy godmother for help. Her fairy godmother obliged, promising to arrive shortly, and still more magically deliver Dying Silver to a place of healing.
The maiden waited.