His words were mysterious and meant nothing to him. But Much nodded along anyway. He still ran his hand over the side of the metal carriage and marveled at it. Whatever the other man might say this was surely some sort of miracle.
"A ship?" Much laughed heartily with that. "Pull the other one, ships travel over water." How thick did he think Much was? He knew very well that ships required oceans, or seas or at least some sizable body of water.