WINTER DRIVING TIPS
by
CLICK and CLACK

"D R I V E  I N  S N O W
A S  I F  T H E R E  W E R E
E G G S  O N  T H E
B O T T O M  O F  Y O U R  F E E T-
S T E P  O N  T H E  G A S
A N D  T H E  B R A K E
S O  G E N T L Y  T H A T
Y O U  D O  N O T  B R E A K
T H E  E G G S H E L L S ."

" K E E P
L Y N D O N  J O H N S O N 'S
B I O G R A P H Y  I N  Y O U R  C A R.
I T  I S  9 0 0  P A G E S .
I T  W I L L  K E E P  Y O U
O C C U P I E D  L O N G  A F T E R
H E L P  H A S
A R R I V E D."

" M O V E
T O
H A W A I I ."

The little car had a sinking feeling as its little wheels dropped into the deep snow. They began to spin but the little car did not move. It was stuck.

The little car raced its little engine in a mixture of panic and the belief that if the little wheels spun faster, it would escape from the rapidly deepening ruts it was creating.

The little wheels whined a high-pitched sound, creating heat that turned the surface snow into a thin layer of water. The water lubricated a rapidly hardening layer of packed snow under each wheel. The wheels spun fast and free, unencumbered by any grip the snowy surface might have otherwise provided.

The little car felt the deepening sense of helplessness. Its only solution for escape was not working. Its little headlights dimmed and its front bumper curved into a miserable frown.

The little car sat there in the deep ruts, not knowing what to do. It felt so alone. "If only someone would come along and rescue me," thought the little car.

The little car sat and sat, and waited and waited to be rescued. "I just need someone to give me a push or a pull, to get me out of these deep ruts," thought the little car.

The little car started to get cold and hungry. It shivered as it sat in the snow bank. The little car daydreamed about sitting in a nice warm garage contently with a full tank of gas.

"Why doesn't someone come along and rescue me," thought the little car. It was starting to feel quite irritated and just a little sorry for itself.

"That darn snow! Why does it have to snow, just because it's winter! I am never leaving the garage again!" thought the little car.

The little car forgot about being stuck in the snow. It was too busy sinking itself into the ruts of it's own misery. It did not notice that the slippery, watery surface of the ruts in the snow had hardened and that the little wheels had cooled.

"No one is going to rescue me, no one is going to give me a push or a pull to get me out of these deep ruts," the little car finally realized. "What do I know to do? Spinning my wheels does not work. Sitting here waiting to be rescued is not working."

"I will try something different," thought the little car. "I will not spin my wheels. I will not wait to be rescued. I will just see if I can move forward a little bit."

The little car got a little grip. The little cold wheels on the hard snow packed ruts moved the little car forward just a little bit.

The little car was suddenly excited and hopeful. It paused and then, with a sinking feeling, it felt itself roll backwards a little bit.

"I have to keep trying," thought the little car. "Spinning my little wheels does not work. Waiting to be rescued is not working. I will just see if I can move forward a little bit."

The little car moved forward a little bit and stopped before it spun its little wheels. Again, the little car felt itself roll backwards a little bit, and to its surprise, it felt itself gently roll forward a little, tiny bit.

The little car tried again. It moved forward a little bit, gently let itself roll back a little bit and then gently moved itself forward a little bit again. This time it rolled back a little more than a little bit, and the little car was now able to move forward a little more than a little, tiny bit.

The little car started to gently rock forward and back, too and fro, each time a little bit more than the little bit last time, spending less and less time in the bottom of the deep ruts.

"I feel so good rocking myself gently, instead of spinning my wheels or waiting for someone to rescue me," thought the little car. Its little headlights beamed and its front bumper curved into a smile from a miserable frown. This was working!

The gentle rocking was now a lot more than a little bit, as the little car joyously moved forward and back, too and fro. The little wheels on the little car now had a firm grip and eased the little car gently out of the deep ruts in the snow.

The snow started to fall again as the little car rolled into the warm garage, with thoughts of a full tank of gas. The deep ruts gradually disappeared as they filled with falling snow.

THE END