Page 8 - Little French Car - English

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Many miles and hours away, the Little French Car found herself blinded by the glaring lights in a Paris showroom. Business men in dark suits and shiny,
black shoes crowded around her, gawking, peering inside her trunk and poking at her engine.
“I wish I were still at the farm with the donkeys and daisies, or racing down a country road,” she whispered to herself.
Suddenly a young man dressed in faded jeans patted her hood and murmured, “I love your quiet color and that handsome swirl on your front door. I’ve never seen a Deux Chevaux like you.”