When Diapositios the architect opened his eyes, his jaw dropped open.
“You like it, then,” said Coroloios the builder.
“It’s just like I imagined it,” said Diapositios. “There’s only one little detail you changed, I think.”
Diapositios turned to Coroloios. “Yes.” He took Coroloios’s collars in his hands and drew him close. “The horse”–his voice rising in volume–“was supposed”–and a fire lit his eyes–“to have wheels!”
“For what?” said Coroloios.
Diapositios didn’t reply, just glared into the builder’s eyes from bare inches away.
“–oh. Oh, now I get it,” said Coroloios.