Sheree Lynn Turner Schreiner
We have a shiny pink golf cart on the grounds of Chuckleberry Farm. Her name is Pinky Dinky. One day Mom and I were out surveying the land when I jumped out to move a log from our path. While I was moving said log I heard a familiar sound in the background. Mom had decided to drive Pinky Dinky around the log from the passenger side.
She went around the log all right and headed straight for the creek. I headed straight for her and was planning to throw my body in front of Pinky Dinky so she didn’t take a bath. Instead, I heard a loud crunch.
Mom hit a tree! And all was right with the world again.
