"We're stuck, Blankie!"
"Didn't I tell you, Marty? What are we going to do now?"
"We'll wait, maybe someone will come."
"Here? No way!"
"You're wrong, Blankie! Someone is approaching. Look!"
"Hmm, something is indeed coming, but I don't hear the sound of the engine."
"Because it's a horse-drawn carriage."
An old man, wrapped in his cloak, is dozing off on the carriage's first seat. Suddenly he wakes up.
"What happened to you, boys?"