"Charlotte Bush, who was so beautiful that all of us in the sixth form were wild about her, was sitting in front of me in the lecture theatre when the picture was flashed onto the screen. I could see she didn't believe it. Nor did I. it showed a grasshopper much larger than a man. But there was something else about it that excited her. ".
'You're not afraid of it, are you, Harry?'
'I don't know,' All afternoon he had tried to make it work for him, but it's feeble legs had buckled and it had collapsed like a puppet.
"Would you like to ride it?"
"If you show me how?"
"Nobody showed me. You heard what Josh said - it'll do what it's supposed to do if you don't think about it"
Bit I've never ridden a grasshopper." .......
So it's Charlotte - never stopping to think how such magic could happen - who rides the great beast in the icy moonlight of Christmas Eve ...
