Page 5 - Little French Car - English
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The sun inched quietly across the factory parking lot where the new cars shone like a field of metal flowers. The Little French Car shook her gray chassis to clear her head of the loud factory noises—the clink-clunk-clunk of
the conveyor belts and the banging of heavy machinery.
The bright, green car next to her sneered, “Your gray color is so dull.” “Dull? Am I really dull?” she thought sadly. Why hadn’t they sprayed her
body tomato red or tinted her canvas top buttercup yellow?
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