And Mr. Brown said he wouldn't put up with any more of this, darn-it.

But he fell in the mud and was covered from head to toe.

It was raining and the pavement and puddles were slippery.

The rain washed the soil from his face.

Poor Mr. Brown felt humiliated again.

The plaid-print polyester shriveled to his skin.

Merciless was the pavement and he fell again.

Darn-it he wasn't going to take it any more!

Just as he got up a car drove by and splashed dirty water all over him.

He slipped and fell landing in a mud puddle.

He sighed and stayed there, waiting for the clouds to clear way.

 

ONE: I'm working my way up on cars. I used to have a Matchbox. Now I have a remote control. Some day I'll graduate to a lemon.