Mrs. Spencer and the goat (5)
The Alloy Wheeled Scooter with Power Steering.
or simply, The Scooter.
“Where the hell is he,” growled Mrs. Spencer. Out skipped the goat.
“Well hello there Mrs. Spencer are you ready for your third and final test drive, oh and that´ll be fifty euros more to pay for the damages to the tricycle.”
“Here you are and I´m more than ready for my final test drive,” retorted a calm Mrs. Spencer. Her one good eye twitched. “Bring it on.”
The goat was a little taken aback by her sudden calm acceptance of the situation but thought no more of it. He pushed out the giant wonder.
“All aboard,” cried the goat. “Well actually no, just yourself Mrs. Spencer.”
“Oh no, this time you´re coming too,” she replied. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held on to him as she jumped up onto the scooter. “Take it easy now won´t you?” whispered the goat to the scooter. “I´m on board too.”
The scooter winked at no one in particular.
Mrs. Spencer had a great strong grip on the struggling goat. With her free hand she reached into her handbag, rummaged a bit and pulled out a stapler. She proceeded to staple him to the green leather seat of the scooter, then she rooted around a bit more in her handbag until she found some explosives. She strapped them keenly under the scooter with some sellotape.
As the scooter took off she jumped off, dived and rolled under the nearest tree.
The scooter shot straight into the garage doors.
The goat roared.
The garage exploded.
The money from the goat´s waistcoat pocket flew around in flitters and floated to the ground. Mrs. Spencer got up and once more rummaged around in her handbag. She fished out the sellotape and set about sticking the bits of money together.
The police arrived, followed by the journalists.
As the police lead her away she had this to say to the story hungry journalists.
“I´d give another eye and my remaining leg to do all that again.”
Then she smiled for the cameras.
The end.