“It smells so good in here,” said Grampy as he closed the oven door. “I love the smell of turkey.”
It was Thanksgiving day and Grampy was cooking dinner for his grandchildren. They were expected to arrive in a few hours. Grampy walked by the garage door and he couldn’t help but get a glimpse of his little green car. He looked at the clock and the timer on the oven. He knew he had enough time to go for a drive.
“Let’s go,” said Grampy, getting into his little green car.
When Grampy put the key into the ignition and turned the key, Grampy’s Little Green Car came to life.
“You sound so good,” said Grampy, pulling out of the driveway.
“I am so happy,” said Grampy’s Little Green Car. “I really didn’t think you would have time to go for a drive this weekend.”
Grampy’s Little Green Car knew it was Thanksgiving. He knew Grampy would be cooking a turkey and that the grandchildren would be coming for dinner.
“I love the time I get to spend with you,” said Grampy, patting the dashboard.
“I do too,” said Grampy’s Little Green car.
Grampy drove outside of the city limits of Lindsay, Ontario. He was in awe of the autumn colours.
“Absolutely beautiful,” said Grampy.
“Agreed,” said Grampy’s Little Green Car.
“I am so thankful to have you,” said Grampy, turning the car around and heading back home. “I love our drives together.”
“I do as well,” said Grampy’s Little Green Car, grinning from headlight to headlight.
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