Not last week a yobbo on a magic carpet overtook me far too close for safety, never mind comfort. The leading edge of his 'carpet can't have been more than a hand's width from Broom's bristles as he pulled out. Needless to say, the thaumic fields of the two vehicles - and I give that description in the loosest sense of the word - clashed, causing Broom to stutter, the resulting feedback created a repulsor field, rather like that created when the positive poles of two magnets are brought together, which pushed Broom and 'carpet apart. The 'carpet pilot took off without so much as a wave of apology. The git.
Fuming, I gunned the acceleratrix, blasting out of the downward spin I found myself in before arcing around and executing an intercept course for the 'carpet. Magic carpets are renowned for their comfort and luxury, and the ability to carry multiple passengers in nothing less than opulence. What they are not known for is speed and manoeuverability. Probably because they are neither fast nor manoeuverable. Luckily.
As Broom and I closed in on our target, I obscured us, allowing a stealthy approach. Edging down Broom's shaft, I leaned forward and reached out. Another advantage of the Host being tall, is that I didn't have to bring Broom close enough to the 'carpet for the thaumic fields to touch again - the Host's arms were more than long enough to reach over and snag a thread from the trailing edge of the 'carpet. Having successfully caught the thread, I dropped back grinning as the 'carpet slowly unravelled. I descended, unobscuring, and came to a stop near the top of a Douglas fir where I wrapped the thread around the trunk a few times before tying it securely, keeping about six inches of the thread from the end.
Ascending, I accelerated, following the taut magic carpet thread. I caught up quickly, coming up from below in front of the 'carpet, of which only the front quarter was left - the stupid git pilot hadn't even realised what was going on behind him! Looking over my right shoulder, straight at him, I waved the thread in front of his face. His mouth made an 'o' of surprise.
"Oops! Sorry!" I called out as Madam Gravity took hold of him.