Practice one: Betsy and Doger
"Hurry up, we're late! Help me get those hippos into the truck, they need to be at the zoo in an hour and a half," the old man shouted to his grandson. Clack. Clack. Clack. There was a strange noise under the hood. The young driver walked over to check it out but the old vet shouted again, "hurry up, Betsy is starting to stir, we got to get her into the truck before her sedative wears off."
The young driver left the clacking sounds and rushed over to help haul over the huge sleeping hippo into the truck. Once Betsy was loaded, they put Doger's cage in next. The two men jumped into the truck and drove off not once thinking of the clacking sounds under the hood, but then no one could with all the heavy construction at the Catholic school and heavy traffic The old vet began to fuss about the time and the crowded streets. "If we don't get there in time, I will lose my job for good this time. I don't think they will let it go, not like the time I lost the chinese panda and accidently left the african ostrich on the sidewalk. He shook his head.
The young man began to sweat. "We got to hurry," the vet insisted. Suddenly, they hit a pot hole in the road, they heard a loud thump. The truck stalled and would not start . The young many jumped out the truck and looked under the hood. The belt had snapped. It took the man 30 minutes to fix the it. Just as he was about to close the hood, they heard screams and honking from the street. The cages were empty! Betsy and Doger were running through the parking lot of the Catholic School.
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