Clara Grace and her daddy took a trip to the hardware store on the evening of Monday, February the fifth. As her daddy unbuckled her car seat he couldn’t help but notice his daughter’s fascination with an enormous pick-up truck parked in the space beside them. “That’s an orange truck,” she announced enviously.
“Yes it is,” Clara Grace’s daddy agreed also admiring the old 76 Chevy.
“What’s that truck have Daddy? Clara Grace asked him.
Her daddy observed the patches of bondo and rust covering the exterior and couldn’t think of much that the vehicle had going for it. “I don’t know,” he answered.
“That truck has spots,” Clara Grace informed him excitedly.
By this time the burly owner of the orange truck was on his way out of the hardware store. Clara Grace watched him open his heavy door then called, “I like that truck!”
Surprised, the man turned and told her, “Well, you can have it for thirty five cents.”
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