Racetrack went jogging through the gates of the World distribution
yard and was convinced he had lost the girl in the busy crowd when he
spotted the girl's dark locks of hair passing by the statue. He dodged
people as he ran until he was near enough to call to her, "Hey! Miss!" but
his words like silent raindrops fell in this herd of people. Race chased
after the girl for blocks until finally he was only one block away and out
of breath. The girl had stopped for a sale at the next corner ahead,
giving Racetrack a chance to catch his breath and call to her.
"Who are ya an' what dah ya want?" she asked sternly, Racetrack now right before her.
She looked Racetrack up and down as he stammered. "I was just, um, I, I--" Race now found himself wondering what he had planned on saying to the girl once he approached her. After much stuttering, Race finally stuck out his hand, "My name's Racetrack Higgins. I've noticed ya 'round."
She took his outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. "Glad ya found yer woids, kid. Name's Spidah. Nice meetin' ya." With that Spider turned from Race and continued her stroll downtown.
"Hey, wheah ya goin...Spidah?" Race asked.
"Tah woik!" she shouted from down the street, tossing her black mane about. "See ya latah. It's Racetrack, right?" She turned her head long enough to display a killer smile of glowing and straight white teeth.
"Yeah! Racetrack, but ya can call me Race." Spider was already too far away to hear his words. Race waved solemnly at the fading image of his love idol.
"Who ya wavin' tah?" asked a voice from behind Racetrack.
He turned to see his ol' pal Spot Conlon. "Oh, jus dis goil I met tahday."
"Hmm," Spot hummed thoughtfully, "What she like?"
"I dunno," Race said scratching his head, "She's tough an' she's got real long legs."
"Long legs,aye? Does dis mean she's tall, Racey? Ya know ya can't date tall women." Spot chuckled.
"Neithah can you, Spottie!" Race said playfully. He punched Spot in the shoulder. "Well, anywaysa, have ya seen Tachinya (tah cheen ya) 'round anywheres. I can't seem tah find 'er"
"No, sorry pal, I haven't." Race replied.
"Well, tah day's ar' one yeah annivuhsary, an' I got dees flahers fer 'er." He waved some bland daisies in Race's face.
"Oh, wow. Congratulations!" Race said patting Spot on the chest, "Ar' ya gonna do anyting speshal?" Race asked, jealous of Spots marital status.
"Yeah, I's gonna take 'er back tah Brooklyn an' spend dah evenin' on dat abandoned paht ah dah docks, yah know dah spot; it's real romantic." Race did know the spot. He remembered being there years earlier with Ritz. Boy, had he loved her; but she had to go and break his heart for another. "Well, I'm gonna keep lookin'. If ya see 'er, let 'er know I's been lookin' fer 'er." With that he walked away.
"Who are ya an' what dah ya want?" she asked sternly, Racetrack now right before her.
She looked Racetrack up and down as he stammered. "I was just, um, I, I--" Race now found himself wondering what he had planned on saying to the girl once he approached her. After much stuttering, Race finally stuck out his hand, "My name's Racetrack Higgins. I've noticed ya 'round."
She took his outstretched hand and gave it a firm shake. "Glad ya found yer woids, kid. Name's Spidah. Nice meetin' ya." With that Spider turned from Race and continued her stroll downtown.
"Hey, wheah ya goin...Spidah?" Race asked.
"Tah woik!" she shouted from down the street, tossing her black mane about. "See ya latah. It's Racetrack, right?" She turned her head long enough to display a killer smile of glowing and straight white teeth.
"Yeah! Racetrack, but ya can call me Race." Spider was already too far away to hear his words. Race waved solemnly at the fading image of his love idol.
"Who ya wavin' tah?" asked a voice from behind Racetrack.
He turned to see his ol' pal Spot Conlon. "Oh, jus dis goil I met tahday."
"Hmm," Spot hummed thoughtfully, "What she like?"
"I dunno," Race said scratching his head, "She's tough an' she's got real long legs."
"Long legs,aye? Does dis mean she's tall, Racey? Ya know ya can't date tall women." Spot chuckled.
"Neithah can you, Spottie!" Race said playfully. He punched Spot in the shoulder. "Well, anywaysa, have ya seen Tachinya (tah cheen ya) 'round anywheres. I can't seem tah find 'er"
"No, sorry pal, I haven't." Race replied.
"Well, tah day's ar' one yeah annivuhsary, an' I got dees flahers fer 'er." He waved some bland daisies in Race's face.
"Oh, wow. Congratulations!" Race said patting Spot on the chest, "Ar' ya gonna do anyting speshal?" Race asked, jealous of Spots marital status.
"Yeah, I's gonna take 'er back tah Brooklyn an' spend dah evenin' on dat abandoned paht ah dah docks, yah know dah spot; it's real romantic." Race did know the spot. He remembered being there years earlier with Ritz. Boy, had he loved her; but she had to go and break his heart for another. "Well, I'm gonna keep lookin'. If ya see 'er, let 'er know I's been lookin' fer 'er." With that he walked away.