‘Make way, make way, the post is
coming! You there, stand aside! Make sure that child doesn’t wander into the
road! It’s going at full speed as it should have arrived an hour ago! Jenkins! Open
the stable doors and get the lads ready to unload! Tell them they’ll have to
finish their tea later!’
As the dust cleared, a thunder of
hooves approached attached to four white horses followed by a wooden carriage
containing some very frightened and green-faced passengers. The horses shot
past the inn; and having clearly missed the entrance to the stables; swung a
right at the next junction; its carriage struggling to stay on three wheels.
The crowd, bemused by the fact that the driver had missed the entrance; stepped
into the entrance of the stable doors.
‘Move move move; he’s coming back’
said the landlord; and sure enough the horses appeared directly in front of the
inn. People scattered as the horses started to screech to a halt but came in at
the wrong angle; and the rear wheel smashed into the entrance of the stables.
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