My Beagle Blog

(Note On Board from Joa Ying.)

Today Joa Ying, the Beagle is in depression because her secure blanket was threw away, so I will take my turn.  

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Every morning I drive to town, and to save gas last longer, I always keep my speed lower than the speed limit about 5-10 miles.  Example maximum speed limit is 75 miles/hour, I will go 60-65 mile/hr, and if in the bad weather my speed will be almost the same speed of the running turtle, which is about 40/45 mile/hr.   I don’t like to drive too fast because;

1. I don’t want to see Mr.Skin Head on the Highway patrol car, and I don’t want his ticket in my purse, and I know his ticket is not for free.

2. I’m not interesting to be number one winner on the highway, because most of the Highway Winners now are no longer on earth, but only  in the memory and history of their families.  I’m not ready to be the person  who was alived in the family history yet.   Because I’m still enjoy the present moment of my life.

3. I always prepare plenty of time ahead for my driving, so I don’t need to be rush to my destination. 

I don’t understand why people always rush to go somewhere.  They rush to go and rush to get back, and zoom their cars as they were in the car racing zone.   When they see my speed, they give me the strange looking.  Go ahead ! Dear fast drivers go as fast as you want, and leave me behind here, and to be alive longer than you.

Every time I see these fast drivers, I always think about one taxi driver in my homeland.  The way he drives, I’m not sure if he was the rocket pilot before he became a taxi driver or not.   He was a friendly driver, and had many stories to entertain his customers while on his driving.   That day my two sisters and I used his service to the big town. 

While three of us were chatting,  I had noticed that I couldn’t see the trees along the side of street at all.  By the car’s speed, it seemed like all trees, and also our taxi were flying as the arrows flies to the target.  Then two of my sisters were stunned and sat still without word.  Their faces were pale as the paper.   I didn’t see my own face to compare with them, so I didn’t know  who was the most pale face at that time.

I tried to remind the driver about the speed limit.  He said everything is O.K and don’t worry, just enjoy the ride.   I was thinking about where is the destination he will takes us to, town? or the ER room in the hospital?, or the cemetery?  Inside my heart I started praying to God.  Suddenly, the fly came out from somewhere, and it was flying around the driver’s face.

Oh! My poor little fly.  There is plenty of room in this world, why you have to be in the same Taxi with us in this moment? The driver let his both hands off from the sterling wheel, and tried to slap that fly.

I closed my eyes, and ready for the moment between death and life.   Then I felt like God sent the rescue to us, when the flashing like the disco light, and the sound of siren from the highway patrol followed our taxi.  The rocket’s speed was slow down and completely stopped.  My sisters and I didn’t have time to tell anything to the police, we let him discussed with the driver.  Enjoy your day Mr. rocket pilot!

  All we knew, we were happy to walk a long way to the town, and swore that we will never ever ride any taxi for the rest of our lives again.  Thank you the little fly, you saved us!