Tingle and Phizzy strapped it to the back of the sleigh, got in and Fitz started off. Poor Fitz had just turned round to say it was going to be a bit heavy to pull when all the sacks were on board too, when Tingle switched it on. Unfortunately for Fitz the thing worked, at least for a bit, before it blew up. It sent the sleigh flying into his back legs. He doubled up and crashed, the back of the sleigh exploded and Tingle and Phizzy shot several feet into the air and came down in the stable manure heap, which just serves them right.
Rhodri said that trying to work it on methane produced from reindeer dung was asking a bit much, but even he didn’t seem to see how fundamentally silly the whole idea was. I believe he even admired the technicalities of the motor. I shall never understand the male mind. Meanwhile Tingle and Phizzy have used almost the entire supply of hot water trying to scrub themselves clean, and I have had to spend the whole afternoon splinting poor Fitz’s back legs as Nick has man flu and the stable elves couldn’t manage it.
I am CROSS!