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Chapter Eleven: Patty
Bob and Ashley approached the enormous truck cautiously. They jumped the driver's door swung open. Presently, a chubby, short lady about forty- something came out. Ashley was shocked. She had never seen a woman truck driver before.
"Are you kids in some kind of trouble?" the woman asked as she walked up to them.
"Yeah," Bob answered. "Me and my friends were driving down the road, but we flew off it and landed at the bottom of a really steep hill. And one of our friends got injured, and we REALLY need to get to a town."
"Man, you kids have had it rough, huh?" the lady remarked. "Name's Patty. What's yours?"
"Uh...I'm Bob, and this is my girlfriend Ashley."
"Nice meetin' ya. I'd be glad to help you out. Just crawl in the truck and we'll get going."
The three of them got inside the huge vehicle (Bob had to pick Ashley up so she could get in), and they were soon driving down the highway.
"So, where were ya'll headed before you wrecked?" Patty asked.
"We were going to the Talladega Racetrack," Ashley answered.
"Talladega, eh? To watch the race, no doubt. That's just a few hours away from here."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking after we crashed," Bob told her.
"Too bad ya'll didn't wreck closer to it, huh?" Patty chuckled.
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Ashley Q. could not believe this was happening to her. When Ashley B. had been singing that they'd be "sittin' in a tree", she had no idea that it would happen literally. The lion was still down there watching their every move.
"If anyone ever asks us about this, I'm blaming you entirely," Lawson told her from the other side of the tree trunk.
Yeah, they had made a point to seperate by placing themselves on seperate sides of the trunk. That had to be the smartest thing they had ever done.
"And next time you decide to play with a wild animal, let me know ahead of time so that I can get a head start when the momma comes," he added after Ashley didn't say anything.
"Shut up."
"Why should I? If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this stupid tree."
"You are so aggravating!" Ashley whispered forcefully, not wanting to catch the lion's attention. "Why did you even come on this trip anyway?"
"I don't know about you, but I came to see Jeff Gordon race."
Ashley was astounded. "You like Jeff Gordon?"
"Yeah. Why, is that a problem for Your Majesty?"
"No. It's just that...that's why I came too."
Now it was HIS turn to be surprised. "YOU like to watch the races? I always thought you were too much of a girly-girl to watch anything sports- related."
"Well, it's all Ashley A.'s fault really. She liked Dale Jr. so much that she made me watch the race with her one Sunday, and I started liking it too."
"That's cool. Uh...so, how are we gettin' outta this tree?"
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The wolves were getting closer to the van. Ashley B. was getting scared. Vince was trying hard to think of a plan. Dang, that had always been T.J. Detweiller's job. Too bad they weren't as good friends as they used to be, thanks to Vince's bad attitude while playing sports.
"Vince, what are we going to do?" Ashley asked him. "Those wolves are getting too close for comfort."
"I know, I know," Vince replied. "I'm trying to think of something."
A few moments passed before either of them said anything. This was getting scary...
"Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything," Ashley said. "But if we don't do something NOW, those wolves are going to eat us!"
"Calm down, I can't think. Okay, the music is what attracted them in the first place, right? Well, maybe that's because they like it."
Ashley looked at him like he was crazy. "They LIKE it? I don't think wolves LIKE anything."
"Trust me, okay? Now, what do they NOT like?"
"I don't know?"
"Unpleasant loud noises! It'll scare them off."
"Hey, not a bad idea! But...how are we going to make unpleasant loud noises?"
Vince's face fell. "Uh...wait a minute! The horn on the steering wheel! It's loud and not fun to listen to!"
He leaned over, despite the pain in his leg, and started beating the steering wheel. What the--it wasn't working!
"What's the matter with this thing?" Vince grumbled. "Why don't it honk?"
"Maybe it's one of those horns that don't honk unless the vehicle is cranked up," Ashley suggested.
"What kind of car does that?"
"Ashley A.'s cousin has a red Beetle that works like that."
"Oh...so, seen the key anywhere?"
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Chapter Eleven: Patty
Bob and Ashley approached the enormous truck cautiously. They jumped the driver's door swung open. Presently, a chubby, short lady about forty- something came out. Ashley was shocked. She had never seen a woman truck driver before.
"Are you kids in some kind of trouble?" the woman asked as she walked up to them.
"Yeah," Bob answered. "Me and my friends were driving down the road, but we flew off it and landed at the bottom of a really steep hill. And one of our friends got injured, and we REALLY need to get to a town."
"Man, you kids have had it rough, huh?" the lady remarked. "Name's Patty. What's yours?"
"Uh...I'm Bob, and this is my girlfriend Ashley."
"Nice meetin' ya. I'd be glad to help you out. Just crawl in the truck and we'll get going."
The three of them got inside the huge vehicle (Bob had to pick Ashley up so she could get in), and they were soon driving down the highway.
"So, where were ya'll headed before you wrecked?" Patty asked.
"We were going to the Talladega Racetrack," Ashley answered.
"Talladega, eh? To watch the race, no doubt. That's just a few hours away from here."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking after we crashed," Bob told her.
"Too bad ya'll didn't wreck closer to it, huh?" Patty chuckled.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ashley Q. could not believe this was happening to her. When Ashley B. had been singing that they'd be "sittin' in a tree", she had no idea that it would happen literally. The lion was still down there watching their every move.
"If anyone ever asks us about this, I'm blaming you entirely," Lawson told her from the other side of the tree trunk.
Yeah, they had made a point to seperate by placing themselves on seperate sides of the trunk. That had to be the smartest thing they had ever done.
"And next time you decide to play with a wild animal, let me know ahead of time so that I can get a head start when the momma comes," he added after Ashley didn't say anything.
"Shut up."
"Why should I? If it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't be stuck in this stupid tree."
"You are so aggravating!" Ashley whispered forcefully, not wanting to catch the lion's attention. "Why did you even come on this trip anyway?"
"I don't know about you, but I came to see Jeff Gordon race."
Ashley was astounded. "You like Jeff Gordon?"
"Yeah. Why, is that a problem for Your Majesty?"
"No. It's just that...that's why I came too."
Now it was HIS turn to be surprised. "YOU like to watch the races? I always thought you were too much of a girly-girl to watch anything sports- related."
"Well, it's all Ashley A.'s fault really. She liked Dale Jr. so much that she made me watch the race with her one Sunday, and I started liking it too."
"That's cool. Uh...so, how are we gettin' outta this tree?"
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The wolves were getting closer to the van. Ashley B. was getting scared. Vince was trying hard to think of a plan. Dang, that had always been T.J. Detweiller's job. Too bad they weren't as good friends as they used to be, thanks to Vince's bad attitude while playing sports.
"Vince, what are we going to do?" Ashley asked him. "Those wolves are getting too close for comfort."
"I know, I know," Vince replied. "I'm trying to think of something."
A few moments passed before either of them said anything. This was getting scary...
"Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything," Ashley said. "But if we don't do something NOW, those wolves are going to eat us!"
"Calm down, I can't think. Okay, the music is what attracted them in the first place, right? Well, maybe that's because they like it."
Ashley looked at him like he was crazy. "They LIKE it? I don't think wolves LIKE anything."
"Trust me, okay? Now, what do they NOT like?"
"I don't know?"
"Unpleasant loud noises! It'll scare them off."
"Hey, not a bad idea! But...how are we going to make unpleasant loud noises?"
Vince's face fell. "Uh...wait a minute! The horn on the steering wheel! It's loud and not fun to listen to!"
He leaned over, despite the pain in his leg, and started beating the steering wheel. What the--it wasn't working!
"What's the matter with this thing?" Vince grumbled. "Why don't it honk?"
"Maybe it's one of those horns that don't honk unless the vehicle is cranked up," Ashley suggested.
"What kind of car does that?"
"Ashley A.'s cousin has a red Beetle that works like that."
"Oh...so, seen the key anywhere?"
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