Mrs. Spencer and the goat (4)
The Tri-coloured Tricycle.
When Mrs. Spencer arrived at the garage the goat trotted out to meet her. The first sentence he uttered was.
“That´ll be fifty euros more, please.”
“You must be kidding, I lost my eye and I almost lost my life in that trial run.”
The goat slid in real close to her ear. “Maybe we´ll take a little trip down to the police station then, I happen to know who robbed the local piggy bank.”
“How did you find out?” began Mrs. Spencer but then she thought again and answered quietly, “o.k. here you are, and I´m sorry about the balloon but I still have to try out all three vehicles, deal?”
“Fair enough, it´s a deal.” replied the goat.
The goat disappeared for point five of a second wheeling out what he thought was a classy old bone shaker. “It need´s a bit of three in one oil but overall it´s the best tricycle you´ll get in these parts.”
“Is it really?” sneered a sceptical Mrs. Spencer.
She hopped on. Her bottom was a little big for the seat so she had to balance herself carefully. “This is only fit for a child.” she grumbled to herself.
The poor bicycle groaned under the weight of her then winked at the grinning goat and flew off down the road into a very dangerous neighbourhood. “This is altogether too fast for me.” came the distant voice of Mrs. Spencer to the ears of a happy but mean little goat as he shoved his ill gotten gains into his waistcoat pocket.
Well whatever way the tricycle was travelling it took a ferocious turn which sent Mrs. Spencer´s leg cocking out to one side. A doberman pincher caught hold of her leg and ripped it right out of it´s socket, just before the tricycle smashed itself and Mrs. Specser into a thorny rose bush.
Up popped Mrs. Spenser´s shabby head smelling a freshly plucked rose.
“Well that takes the biscuit!” she roared, but she wasn´t too upset over her leg as it was her old wooden leg and not the good one she kept for special occasions.
So with that the tri-coloured bicycle wobbled and Mrs. Spencer hobbled back to the garage.