Little Guy Helps Fix the Car

Little Guy Helps Fix the Car

Little Guy had a headache. Grandaddy was working on the car and he had to help. Little Guy's job was to hold the light and listen to Grandaddy complain. It was a hard job.

The handle on the driver's door wasn't working right. Grandaddy said a spring was broken. Gran was really glad it broke while Grandaddy was using it otherwise she would never have heard the end of it.

Grandaddy had already taken the door apart one time to figure out the problem. Little Guy was excited to help. He didn't know much about fixing cars but he really wanted to learn. He was disappointed that Grandaddy couldn't fix it right that moment. He had to go to town to get a part.

Little Guy was rested up by the time Grandaddy got back. So they took the door apart again and Grandaddy put the new spring into place. They were putting the handle back in when the spring popped out. Grandaddy and Little Guy couldn't find it anywhere. Then Little Guy shined the light down on the concrete and there it was. Little Guy was so excited! They finished putting the door together and the handle worked perfectly.

They got to feel good for one night. Then Gran discovered that the window no longer worked. Grandaddy tried it. Nope. It wouldn't go down. Not even a little bit. Gran expected Grandaddy and Little Guy to fix it.

So they took the door apart -- again. Grandaddy worked and worked. He studied and studied. Then he figured it was a cable and he finished taking the door apart. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Except Grandaddy couldn't figure out how to get the door back together. Little Guy didn't know how either.

Mama came out and surveyed the scene. There were car parts everywhere. Little Guy's head was drooping and Grandaddy was really aggravated. Mama told them to rest for the night and she'd call in reinforcements tomorrow. Little Guy didn't wait for Grandaddy to agree. He handed the light to Mama and ran for the door. He didn't want to fix the car anymore.

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