Big trucks roar through the garage. Their engines boom like thunder.
The little car sits in the far corner, idling quietly. A wrench clatters on the floor.
The little car rolls forward and revs as loud as possible.
But the sound comes out as a tiny wheeze. The trucks do not look over.
A siren wails. The workshop radio crackles — a foggy road report.
The little car zooms onto the foggy road and weaves between the stranded vehicles.
The biggest truck grins with its headlights. 'Little car, you saved us all,' it says.
The little car's engine hums a happy purr.
Back at the garage, the little car parks right in the front.
The big trucks nod each morning. The little car revs and zooms — exactly as big as it needs to be.