The state fair was abuzz with the news: a boy had grown a truck for his 4-H project.
“How did you do it?” the judge asked.
“I planted part of the chassis and watered it with motor oil, infused with Miracle-Gro,” the boy said dully. His was the only unexcited face in sight. “It doesn’t matter: it didn’t work.”
“What do you mean? This is a miracle! You took a wrecked truck and brought it back to life.”
“But I did it for my dad.”
“Ah,” the judge said. “Where is he?”
“He was in the truck when it wrecked.”