The Little Car That Took the Scenic Route
A small car. A very interesting way home.
A small car. A very interesting way home.
The little yellow car lived beside the blue block garage. There was a short road home. And a road with a bend. Today, the car took the bend.
Round the bend stood Cushion Mountain. The car rolled into its tunnel. “Beep!” “Beep,” said the tunnel, a little more quietly. The car beeped once more. Just to be sure.
Beyond the tunnel, three wooden ducks were crossing the road. One duck. Two ducks. The smallest duck had stopped to look at a button. The car waited.
At last, the little duck waddled on. The car rolled beside the blue-scarf river. A red toy bus was parked on the bank. The car stopped beside it. Together, they watched a paper boat drift by.
Past the river. Around the roundabout. Back to the blue block garage. The short road was still there. But the long road had a tunnel, three ducks, and a new friend.
The car tucked into its garage. Tomorrow, perhaps the road behind the armchair. Who knew what was around that bend? The end.
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A small car. A very interesting way home.
The little yellow car lived beside the blue block garage. There was a short road home. And a road with a bend. Today, the car took the bend.
Round the bend stood Cushion Mountain. The car rolled into its tunnel. “Beep!” “Beep,” said the tunnel, a little more quietly. The car beeped once more. Just to be sure.
Beyond the tunnel, three wooden ducks were crossing the road. One duck. Two ducks. The smallest duck had stopped to look at a button. The car waited.
At last, the little duck waddled on. The car rolled beside the blue-scarf river. A red toy bus was parked on the bank. The car stopped beside it. Together, they watched a paper boat drift by.
Past the river. Around the roundabout. Back to the blue block garage. The short road was still there. But the long road had a tunnel, three ducks, and a new friend.
The car tucked into its garage. Tomorrow, perhaps the road behind the armchair. Who knew what was around that bend? The end.