One time, though, my dog's tail, like an old brown rope, lay across the rails.
I caught my brother's eye.
He shrugged and grinned;
It was worth a try.
Sparks flashed blue. Full speed ahead! Whack!
Owooooooooooo!
Old Blondie, eyes like railway tunnels, leapt high. She crashed straight through our Christmas tree. Ornaments fell like colored snow.
Our Mother screamed, "What happened?"
We don't know.