"Ahh!"
Private turned the steering wheel as far right as it could go. "Whew."
He had missed the wheels of a car bởi centimeters. As the young chim cánh cụt continued driving, he mentally slapped himself. Great job, Private, he thought. Of all the times to go, bạn had to go at rush hour.
A truck pulled up in front of him. "Ahh!" he screamed again.
Private tried to jump out; but his flippers were locked in a death grip on the steering, and his feet would not di chuyển from the pedal. The young chim cánh cụt did the only thing he could do: he squeezed his eyes shut.
A few giây passed. Private opened an eye. "Huh?"...
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