Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God Ford Anglia
Amy had been forced into a museum and she didn’t do museums. Museums were boring, and they were full of boring things. The only museum she did was the national history, but that was only because of the dinosaurs and earthquake bit. Otherwise museums were old, fusty and crap.
But apparently this would be fun. PFFFT.
Slowly she walked through the transport museum, glaring at the types of cars, whilst her father had a fan girl moment about a jaguar.
And then a car did catch her eye. An old battered car. A ford Anglia.
LIKE HARRY POTTER! [/fangirl] |