Dale's Tales

By Dale Waddell

Dale's Tales consists of two stories: Woody relates the trials and tribulations of a little Ford Woody Station Wagon told from the car's point of view as it undergoes several transformations from four owners who live in different parts of the country, while Drifting Sands and Spent Matches is told by a child who spends the day on the sand dunes close to his grandparents' home while building a small town and witnessing its destruction by giant invading ants. Dale's Tales are charming and sure to please children of all ages.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dale Waddell
• Release date: May 7, 2012

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DALE’S TALES

Stories by Dale Waddell

Illustrations by Cherie Waddell

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Dale’s Tales

Copyright © 2012 Dale Waddell

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, and names or events is purely coincidental. The characters are from the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously.

I wish to dedicate this book to my children for whom these stories were originally written. Many thanks, also, to all those who encouraged me to publish these tales (you know who you are), as well as, to my fellow author and friend, Sandra Novelly, who formatted the stories and illustrations in order to help get them published.

Woody

Chapter 1

Let me introduce myself. My name is Woody. Believe it or not, I’m a 1936 Woody and a Ford Station Wagon. When I was born, or made, the Ford Motor Company built some of us Fords with wooden doors on our sides and back. They called us all Woody’s.

I was born in 1936, in the town of Detroit, Michigan. The President of the United States was Franklin D. Roosevelt.

I can remember the day I was born. There was a chain that went from one side of a long, long building to the other. It pulled all us Fords very slowly. As it did, men and women put on all our doors while others put on our hoods and wheels. Then we were all pulled by the same chain into a big room where we got a new paint job. We were not all to be painted the same, no not at all. The Ford in front of me was all black, and it looked so bright and shiny I couldn’t wait to be black and shiny, too. But just then a man jumped out and held up his hand. Switch colors, he shouted. Switch to red paint. That shocked me. I wanted to be like