A story I wrote while at Grandma's.

I was studying biology and had a notebook with me, and someone urged me to write a story. I got up to Neither truck wanted to smash others up . . . when I realized that the story sounded amiliar. I chose then what path I would take... The Smash-Up Games Once upon a time there were three trucks. A Ford, a Chevy, and a Dodge. The Ford broke down not long after it was assembled, so it has no place in the story. The trucks were beautiful, but were unfortunately entered in a smash up derby. !either truck wanted to smash others up, but they were forced into the arena with twenty two various types of vehicles. "ome were weak and defenceless# mere punch buggies$ %ut some were intimidating& semis and army tanks$ The fight to the death was horrifying, but, against all odds, Chevy and Dodge made it to the end. And then, oh$ the horror$ The two good friends 'did ( mention they were practically lovers)$* were then being forced to fight each other to the death$ +ather than fight each other, they commandeered the fuel tanks and, being both diesel trucks, were about to pump gas into their depleted tanks. ,ad they been allowed to continue, instant death would have ensued. ,owever, the crowd screamed for a dual victory. They had to have a victor$ The trucks were saved... for now... %O- %O- %O-$