Chapter One
MOST MOTORCARS are conglomerations (this is a long word for "bundles") of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday. Smoke comes out of the back of them and hornsquawks out of the front, and they have white lights like big eyes in front, and red lights behind. And that is about that—just motorcars, tin boxes on wheels for running about in.
But some motorcars— mine, for instance, and perhaps yours—are different. If you get to like them and understand them, if you are kind to them and don't scratch their paint or bang their doors, if you fill them up and pump them up when they need it, if you keep them clean and polished and out of the rain and snow as much as possible, you will find, you MAY find, that they become almost like persons—MORE than just ordinary persons—MAGICAL PERSONS! ! !
You don't believe me? All right then! You just read about this car I'm going to tell you about! I believe you can guess its name already her name, I should say. And then see if you don't agree with me. All motorcars aren't just conglomerations of machinery and fuel. SOME ARE ....
Once upon a time there was a family called POTT. There was the father, who had been in the Royal Navy, COMMANDER CARACTACUS POTT. (You may think that Caractacus sounds quite a funny name, but in fact the original Caractacus was the British chieftain who was a sort of Robin Hood in A.D. 48 and led an English army against the Roman invaders. I expect since then there have been plenty of other Caractacuses, but I don't know anything about them.) Then there was the mother, MIMSIE POTT and a pair of eight-year-old twins—JEREMY, who was a black-haired boy, and JEMIMA, who was a golden-haired girl—and they lived in a wood beside a big lake with an island in the middle. On the other side of the lake, M.20, the big turnpike along the Dover Road, swept away toward the sea. So they had the best of both worlds—lovely woods for catching beetles and finding birds' eggs, with a lake for newts and tadpoles, and a fine big road close by so that they could go off and see the world if they wanted to.
Well, almost, that is. But the truth of the matter was that they hadn't got enough money between them to buy a car. All the money they had went to necessities—food and heat and light and clothes and all those boring things that one doesn't really notice but families have to have. There was only a little left over for birthday and Easter and Christmas presents and occasional surprise outings—the things that REALLY matter.
But the Potts were a happy family who all enjoyed their lives and since they were not in the least sorry for themselves, or sorry that they had no motorcar to go whirling about in, we need not be sorry for them either.
Now Commander Caractacus Pott was an explorer and an inventor and that may have been the reason why the Pott family was not very rich. Exploring places and inventing things can be very exciting indeed, but it is only very seldom that, in your explorations, you discover a really rare butterfly or animal or insect or mineral or plant that people will pay money to see, and practically never that you discover real treasure, like in books—gold bars and diamonds and jewels in an old oak chest.
As for inventions, much the same troubles apply. People all over the world, in America, Russia, China, Japan—let alone England and Scotland and Wales and Ireland—are inventing or trying to invent things all the time—every kind of thing from rockets that fly to the moon to ways of making India rubber balls bounce higher. Everything, everything, everything is being invented or improved all the time by somebody somewhere—whether by teams of scientists in huge factories and laboratories, or by lonely men sitting and just thinking in tiny workshops without many tools.
Just such a solitary inventor was
Ted Chiang
Glenn Beck
Tamora Pierce
Sheri S. Tepper
Allison Butler
Laurie Halse Anderson
Loretta Ellsworth
Lee Moan
Brett Battles
Denise Grover Swank