With a hearty laugh, Christmas waves the Doctor onto the seat, taking his own place at the reins. A first crack of them gets his draft animals into a line.
"You should probably hold on for this bit," Christmas confides with a wink. "They're quite steady once they're up, but they do need a bit of a run at it. Yip yip!"
That last to the animals, not the Doctor, over another crack of the reins that makes them all take first strain on their harnesses. There's a sudden pressure, something of a crackle, and a rush, of things properly aligned, of an engine cycled up to starting speed, just waiting for the clutch.
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"You should probably hold on for this bit," Christmas confides with a wink. "They're quite steady once they're up, but they do need a bit of a run at it. Yip yip!"
That last to the animals, not the Doctor, over another crack of the reins that makes them all take first strain on their harnesses. There's a sudden pressure, something of a crackle, and a rush, of things properly aligned, of an engine cycled up to starting speed, just waiting for the clutch.
"Ho ho ho and away we go!"