"No!” Chelsea yelled. “Put me down! Let me go! Stop!”
She felt herself being hoisted into the air, and with no great care either.
“It isn’t fair, it’s not my fault! Why me?” she moaned. “I’m not even two years old yet – ”
She was cut off in mid-sentence.
It made no difference, because no-one could understand what Chelsea the Range Rover was saying as she was lowered into the crusher, her owner having repeatedly been caught speeding on the school run. Some observers even applauded.
It’s not fair on the car. It’s the owner who belongs in the crusher.
She felt herself being hoisted into the air, and with no great care either.
“It isn’t fair, it’s not my fault! Why me?” she moaned. “I’m not even two years old yet – ”
She was cut off in mid-sentence.
It made no difference, because no-one could understand what Chelsea the Range Rover was saying as she was lowered into the crusher, her owner having repeatedly been caught speeding on the school run. Some observers even applauded.
It’s not fair on the car. It’s the owner who belongs in the crusher.
