The 2 stared each other down a dozen meters ‘way on the e’er stretching road–the only feature in this otherwise barren yellow desert. On 1 end was a blindingly white camper, blurring gray under all its smog; on the other end was a sneeringly black coach, its brown stallion up front puffing smoke through its nostrils.
While the camper revved its engine mo’ & mo’ loudly, the horse began scraping back its hooves.
I cannot dare describe what happened afterward.
All I can say is that e’en the road, there was not much left o’ it. There was not much left o’ anything.