The Chopper

Take a look at my chopper! It’s my prized possession. Ned sometimes rides along side
of me on his Vespa, but I have to go so slow that my high powered engine
almost dies. I sometimes let him ride on the seat behind me, but I get tired of
hearing his shrieks, and the constant, “Watch out, Chester, there’s a little old lady
crossing the street!”, or some such nonsense.






















