In Dr Seuss’s story, ‘What Was I Scared Of?’1 the protagonist2 confronts a pair of levitating green trousers in a dark wood at night. In spite of the fact that this is a rather strange situation in which to find oneself, and that this other being is completely unknown to her, our heroine - I shall henceforth refer to her as Everyperson - immediately reacts as if these pants were behaving in accordance with some sort of purpose or intention. This is evident in her account of the situation: I wasn’t scared. But, yet, I stopped. What could those pants be there for? What could a pair of pants at night Be standing in the air for?
