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stormdogThe Story of my Truck
by Stormdog, age 237
One day, when Stormdog was driving home from Illinois, he noticed a funny scrapy noise coming from my truck.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wooisme said that he should stop and see what it was. "No!" he said. "I don't think I need to. It's just some ice between the cab and the bed!"
Then, later on, the funny noise got louder and scrapier, especially when we were over bare spots in the mostly snow covered road. "Sweetie,", the doggy said, "maybe I should stop and see what that funny scrapy noise is."
'No shit' thought the raccoon, who for reasons not entirely understood by humanity, was much too nice to actually say such bad words to the doggy.
Stormdog got out of the truck and squatted down on his haunches. Ooh, it was cold! He was going to lay down on his belly, but he didn't want to get even colder! Instead, he looked under the truck. Wow! There was a big piece of metal under the truck! He didn't know what it was; it was very mysterious.
He got back up and sat down in the truck, rubbing his cold paws together. "Sweetie, there's a piece of metal sticking out from under the truck!" he said. "I don't know what it is."
'My hero.' thought that raccoon, who was again far too nice to the puppy to subject him to such snarkicooniness.
The raccoon and the dog got safely home, scraping and scratching along the way, and the dog decided he'd figure out what the metal was tomorrow when it was brighter and warmer.
Then the doggy got sick! He wanted to go out and look at the piece of metal closer. He knew he had to try to fix it so he could go to work. He even got down on his haunches one more time to look at it and try to push it back up under the truck, but it was stuck. The doggy was feeling too icky to lie on his belly and look closer, so he went back to bed.
Then, Tuesday came, and the doggy was feeling not quite as sick as Monday and Sunday, so he drove to work. But he still hadn't looked more at the metal under the truck. Bad doggy! And, he didn't know why, sometime during the weekend, the brakes on the back of his truck had begun howling like a chorus of hell-born banshees. He knew that he would have to have to have someone who didn't just talk they knew what they were doing look at these things for him, so he called his mechanic. That's a big word that means someone who actually gets paid for hitting their head on engine blocks and swearing. (But don't you swear! It's not nice, unless you're a mechanic.)
So the doggy called his mechanic and they said they could look at it the very next day! Good doggy! But then... guess what happened! The doggy heard another weird noise coming from his truck; a rattly noise! Not like the scraping noise at all! He was worried, but he knew he only had to drive home one more time and then he could have the mechanic fix all the funny noises!
The doggy stopped to get gasoline for his truck, but after filling up, the noise was even louder! Oh no! Suddenly, the lights on his truck got dim, and it was really hard to steer. The doggy drove his truck back into the gas station and got out to look at the motor.
Uh-oh. The rubber belt that makes things like steering and electricity go was broken. It was in a million-zillion little pieces! The doggy was very sad. He was cold and wet, and he didn't know how to get home!
The doggy ran through the snows to the drug store next to the gas station. He bought a magic card that he could use to talk to people on a pay phone without having to put coins in it. Then he went back to the gas station and called his mate, the raccoon. It took him a while to figure out how to use the card and to get anybody to answer the phone. In fact, he even swore better than a mechanic for a little bit. But then the wonderful raccoon answered the phone.
She listened to the puppy tell what happened to him and told him that she loved him and would come get him and take care of him. She was so wonderful! The doggy sniffled; he was so happy to have such a wonderful raccoon to take care of him. He talked to then nice gas-station attendant about leaving his truck there, and then waited for the raccoon in the gas station.
That night, the raccoon and the doggy went looking for a new rubber belt to make the truck go. It was not hard to find one, and they soon made it home, safe and sound. The doggy was ready to fix his truck.
He left his job early for lunch on Wednesday and, with the help of his other raccoon friend,serinthia put the new rubber belt onto his truck. It was tricky, and the doggy got his fore-paws dirty and his front legs scraped, but he did it. Yay!! The raccoon got ready to start the truck so the doggy could watch the rubber belt spin around like it was supposed to!
But...it didn't. Oh no! Stop the car raccoon girl!! The belt came off! It came right off the little wheels! But the doggy wasn't sad. He looked a little more at the engine and found the problem; one of the little wheels was broken. It wobbled all over! Now, he knew that it wasn't supposed to do that. So, he took it off and brought it with him back to work. All he had to do was get a new wheel and he'd finally be able to make the truck work!
The doggy already called the mechanic and told them he'd be late. The mechanic was very nice and didn't swear at all. What a nice mechanic! So now he started calling places that would have a wheel for him. He called one, two, three places, but no one had one.
Oh no! What would he do? But he had an idea! He called the wheel shop near his house. Yes! They had one!
So, he called the first wonderful raccoon, the one who had helped him out the day before. Would she go and get the wheel and bring it back to the doggy so he could make his truck go? Yes, she would. The raccoon saved the day!
So, the doggy met the raccoon after work. She brought the little metal wheel and he opened up the front of the truck and screwed the wheel right onto the engine. Then he put the rubber belt back around all the little wheels. Finally, he watched the engine again while the raccoon made the truck start up. It worked! The belt was spinning around very fast and it was staying right there on those wheels. The doggy jumped up and down; he could get home!!
The doggy and the raccoon brought their truck to the mechanic. Then, they went back home. Soon the truck wouldn't be making any weird noises! Well, no more so than normal anyway.
Though it took a couple days, the truck was ready today! The doggie's raccoon friend drove him to pick it up. Finally, the doggy drove it home, where he bounced up and down. "Raccoon-girl, raccoon girl! My trucklet is fixed!" The doggy was very happy indeed, and with that all taken care of, went out to play with his kitty friend and the raccoon!
The end.
by Stormdog, age 2
One day, when Stormdog was driving home from Illinois, he noticed a funny scrapy noise coming from my truck.
wooisme said that he should stop and see what it was. "No!" he said. "I don't think I need to. It's just some ice between the cab and the bed!"Then, later on, the funny noise got louder and scrapier, especially when we were over bare spots in the mostly snow covered road. "Sweetie,", the doggy said, "maybe I should stop and see what that funny scrapy noise is."
'No shit' thought the raccoon, who for reasons not entirely understood by humanity, was much too nice to actually say such bad words to the doggy.
Stormdog got out of the truck and squatted down on his haunches. Ooh, it was cold! He was going to lay down on his belly, but he didn't want to get even colder! Instead, he looked under the truck. Wow! There was a big piece of metal under the truck! He didn't know what it was; it was very mysterious.
He got back up and sat down in the truck, rubbing his cold paws together. "Sweetie, there's a piece of metal sticking out from under the truck!" he said. "I don't know what it is."
'My hero.' thought that raccoon, who was again far too nice to the puppy to subject him to such snarkicooniness.
The raccoon and the dog got safely home, scraping and scratching along the way, and the dog decided he'd figure out what the metal was tomorrow when it was brighter and warmer.
Then the doggy got sick! He wanted to go out and look at the piece of metal closer. He knew he had to try to fix it so he could go to work. He even got down on his haunches one more time to look at it and try to push it back up under the truck, but it was stuck. The doggy was feeling too icky to lie on his belly and look closer, so he went back to bed.
Then, Tuesday came, and the doggy was feeling not quite as sick as Monday and Sunday, so he drove to work. But he still hadn't looked more at the metal under the truck. Bad doggy! And, he didn't know why, sometime during the weekend, the brakes on the back of his truck had begun howling like a chorus of hell-born banshees. He knew that he would have to have to have someone who didn't just talk they knew what they were doing look at these things for him, so he called his mechanic. That's a big word that means someone who actually gets paid for hitting their head on engine blocks and swearing. (But don't you swear! It's not nice, unless you're a mechanic.)
So the doggy called his mechanic and they said they could look at it the very next day! Good doggy! But then... guess what happened! The doggy heard another weird noise coming from his truck; a rattly noise! Not like the scraping noise at all! He was worried, but he knew he only had to drive home one more time and then he could have the mechanic fix all the funny noises!
The doggy stopped to get gasoline for his truck, but after filling up, the noise was even louder! Oh no! Suddenly, the lights on his truck got dim, and it was really hard to steer. The doggy drove his truck back into the gas station and got out to look at the motor.
Uh-oh. The rubber belt that makes things like steering and electricity go was broken. It was in a million-zillion little pieces! The doggy was very sad. He was cold and wet, and he didn't know how to get home!
The doggy ran through the snows to the drug store next to the gas station. He bought a magic card that he could use to talk to people on a pay phone without having to put coins in it. Then he went back to the gas station and called his mate, the raccoon. It took him a while to figure out how to use the card and to get anybody to answer the phone. In fact, he even swore better than a mechanic for a little bit. But then the wonderful raccoon answered the phone.
She listened to the puppy tell what happened to him and told him that she loved him and would come get him and take care of him. She was so wonderful! The doggy sniffled; he was so happy to have such a wonderful raccoon to take care of him. He talked to then nice gas-station attendant about leaving his truck there, and then waited for the raccoon in the gas station.
That night, the raccoon and the doggy went looking for a new rubber belt to make the truck go. It was not hard to find one, and they soon made it home, safe and sound. The doggy was ready to fix his truck.
He left his job early for lunch on Wednesday and, with the help of his other raccoon friend,
serinthia put the new rubber belt onto his truck. It was tricky, and the doggy got his fore-paws dirty and his front legs scraped, but he did it. Yay!! The raccoon got ready to start the truck so the doggy could watch the rubber belt spin around like it was supposed to! But...it didn't. Oh no! Stop the car raccoon girl!! The belt came off! It came right off the little wheels! But the doggy wasn't sad. He looked a little more at the engine and found the problem; one of the little wheels was broken. It wobbled all over! Now, he knew that it wasn't supposed to do that. So, he took it off and brought it with him back to work. All he had to do was get a new wheel and he'd finally be able to make the truck work!
The doggy already called the mechanic and told them he'd be late. The mechanic was very nice and didn't swear at all. What a nice mechanic! So now he started calling places that would have a wheel for him. He called one, two, three places, but no one had one.
Oh no! What would he do? But he had an idea! He called the wheel shop near his house. Yes! They had one!
So, he called the first wonderful raccoon, the one who had helped him out the day before. Would she go and get the wheel and bring it back to the doggy so he could make his truck go? Yes, she would. The raccoon saved the day!
So, the doggy met the raccoon after work. She brought the little metal wheel and he opened up the front of the truck and screwed the wheel right onto the engine. Then he put the rubber belt back around all the little wheels. Finally, he watched the engine again while the raccoon made the truck start up. It worked! The belt was spinning around very fast and it was staying right there on those wheels. The doggy jumped up and down; he could get home!!
The doggy and the raccoon brought their truck to the mechanic. Then, they went back home. Soon the truck wouldn't be making any weird noises! Well, no more so than normal anyway.
Though it took a couple days, the truck was ready today! The doggie's raccoon friend drove him to pick it up. Finally, the doggy drove it home, where he bounced up and down. "Raccoon-girl, raccoon girl! My trucklet is fixed!" The doggy was very happy indeed, and with that all taken care of, went out to play with his kitty friend and the raccoon!
The end.
