"Hey, what,s that over there?" my sister said.
"I don't know. let's go see," I said. "Wow; what a
beautiful rusty old Sam's shopping cart!"
My sister said, "hey, why don't you get in?"
Thinking of the wounderful adventure I could
have. I said, "Sure." So off we went. At first the ride
was smooth-it was soft as a blanket.
Suddenly, I heard my cousion say "Hey, let me
push him a time or two."
I thought, "Well ,this could be fun, "and he
begin to push me, and I was screaming, "wee" and
bumping around like an old wooden roller coaster. So
he was pushing me right along by the rooster pen.
My cousion said "let's take a detour."
I said, "sure," thinking that more fun might lie
ahead. Suddenly, I saw hell and fire all around me.
As we crossed the bridge, I was screaming, "no, you're
crazy" and he was laughing as we got across and he
begin to go back. He pulled up to the edge of the
cliff and let the cart slip, just slip like a mad man
trying to climb a muddy hill. And he was laughing
like Satan. Trying to pull me up. When he finaly got
me up and my heart stopped pounding like a
jackhammer. I can assure you I never rode in a
shopping cart again.
