He glared at the strange contraption leaning against his favorite tree.
“He’s at it again.” He mumbled aloud. ‘Another contraption like that cursed penny farthing he created last year. Penny farthing…cost more than that at the infirmary for stitches.”
Still, he couldn’t help but stare and think out loud. “At least falling from this one wouldn’t be so far.”
‘Go ahead, young man, give it a try.’ The eccentric inventor stepped out of his workshop, rubbing his grimy hands down his leather apron. ‘It rides like a dream.’
Dream or not, only time would tell…