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Truck vs. Fence

Uh-oh. Little Guy looked at the aftermath and shook his head. It is never good when an 80-year-old man doesn't listen to his wife. It always ends in disaster. And, this time, it wasn't even Grandaddy!

Mr. Hollis' truck quit. So he got his wife to push it into their yard with her truck. She told him to get into his truck and steer it. He refused. "I know what I'm doing. I can handle it," he told her. Little Guy thought he sounded a lot like Grandaddy.

Anyway, Mr. Hollis walked beside the truck and steered it. At least he did until it started down the slope. Then he got tangled in the open door and the rolling truck. Mama says he's lucky he wasn't killed. Little Guy thinks he might wish he was when he gets out of the hospital. His wife was really upset.

The truck crashed through the fence and kept on going. It rolled all the way across the pasture, picking up speed as it went. It crashed through another fence, took down two poles and then got caught on an embankment. Little Guy eyed the broken light and all that fluid draining from underneath the hood. That poor truck didn't look good at all.

Grandaddy's fence looked even worse. Mr. Hollis got a ride in the ambulance. His truck got a ride on the end of Grandaddy's tractor. The policeman helped Grandaddy pull the truck off the embankment and into the pasture. Mama and the other officer, a woman, stood to the side and shook their heads. Little Guy and Sunshine stayed out of the way.

A neighbor shut the cows back in the other pasture. They weren't happy. Blackie wanted a snack but Mama didn't have time to get it. Little Guy didn't volunteer to do it either. He didn't want to miss anything going on the other pasture.

Grandaddy stood the fence up near Mr. Hollis' house. "It'll do for now," he said. The other fence is going to require major repairs. That truck took down a big wood post and a metal post. That metal post was bent really badly. The fence broke too. Grandaddy said he'd have to get some new wire and put up. No repairing that old wire. He strung up some barbed wire and called it a night.

Little Guy, Sunshine, Grandaddy and Mama headed back to the house. They were all tired and sweaty. It was way past suppertime and Little Guy was hungry. He hoped Mama would let him eat before they had to shell those butterbeans. It was going to be a long night.

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