Rackety-Boom, page 1
by Betty Ren Wright
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Rackety-Boom is an old blue truck, the kind of a truck that might get stuck in the mud, on a hill, or just stand still for a while, any place, with a smile on his face—a nice old truck.
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He lives on a farm with Farmer Brown and he carries the chickens into town. Red ones, white ones—they cluckety-cluck,"Did you ever see such a rackety truck!"
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And he carries the horse (she's black)—to the fair—forth and back—And the horse says, "You'll never race at the fair. You'd be the slowest racer there! Giddyap, Rackety, go, go, go! My hoofs and saddle! You're certainly slow."
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But Rackety-Boom gives a little smile, and he rests for a while at the top of the hill, or he just stands still for a bit, any place, with that smile on his face. He's a nice old truck. And besides,
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Somebody thinks that Rackety-Boom can race along with a zippity-zoom! Somebody thinks he can go as far as any other kind of car,
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and somebody thinks he's as good as new, and somebody likes his kind of blue! And all of these somebodies are the same, and Billy Ben Brown is the somebody's name!
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Rackety-Boom takes Billy Ben to the county fair and home again.
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He takes him down to the store for candy and a new straw hat that's spickety-spandy,
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to the lake for a swim, to the mill for grain,
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and down to the station to meet the train. Billy says, "Hi, old Chug-Chug-Choo! My Rackety-Boom goes as fast as you!"
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Rackety-Boom carries Billy's mother and Billy's dad and his little brother and a picnic lunch and a ball and a bat and Digger the dog and Carrie the cat and Billy Ben to the park.
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Billy's mother brings out the cake. Billy's brother throws stones in the lake. Farmer Brown lies down.
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But Billy Ben pretends to drive, and he's the happiest boy alive. When it's dark in the park, there's plenty of room for sleepyheads in Rackety-Boom.
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And nobody cares if he rests for a while at the top of the hill, or just stands still for a bit, any place, with a smile on his face. He's a very nice old truck!