I thought we were going home? Why have we stopped here and why am I still inside the car? I don’t like that smell. It is an awful metallic smell. I think I heard Joanna refer to it as petrol or was it diesel?
Joanna is getting out. She has locked the door. But I’m still inside the car. She has left me inside. How could she? She knows how much I loath this place.
Wait! I spoke too soon, she is coming around to my side of the car. I am sure she will open it. Well she has opened a door, but how she expects me to fit through that tiny flap I do not know? That is if there was some way for me to get to it, and there is not.
Now what is she doing? She has connected some kind of hose to whatever is on the other side of that tiny door. Oh, it is making a terrible grumbling sound. Has she forgotten how sensitive my ears are?
Joanna is putting the hose away now. Thank goodness! And she has unlocked the car. Back to her senses at last.
Wait a minute. Why is she walking away? Where is she going? Without me? What have I done to deserve this?
How could she do this to me? How could she forget about me again? I gave her plenty of hints.
Ah here she comes. I can not wait to give her a talking to.
“Hello Milton. Hey, what is all the fussing about. I only went to pay for the fuel.”
Fussing! Me! Honestly the things I am accused of.
