And so as Rodney caroms down the Township Road, Weenerman actuallly tried to listen to the new hank tape. Finally with a bunch of growling, he starts pawing through the junk box saying all sorts of thingts about new-fangled country music.
"At last!" HM Weenerman announces triumphantly, "Ronco’s, Best of HanK!"
But then there is a crunch.
"What is that ?" WeenerMan says, "Rodney was between the berms."
"Just an old pop can," I answer, "But it must have been a can of murky green pop, most pop cans don’t go crunch when you run over them."
"How true," Weener-man agreesw, and then he sees somehting stuck aong the road, "Garbbgaggge Sale, This Way, and WeenerMan wheels Rodney into a turn to follow the signs to the Garbbgagge Sale.