Mandy was fuRious as she attempted to sit outside her front door. "Where's that noisy racket coming from?", she said. Her daughter Mir replied "It's coming from that brown car across the street". Mandy strode over to another brown car. She banged on the driver's window but didn't notice when the window was lowered that the music was quiet croon type singing. It was too late - by the time she realised the mistake the driver was nursing a bruise on the crown of his head and looking very puzzled. The other brown car drove off taking the noisy racket elsewhere. Mandy was so ashamed and was lavishing care and gifts on the innocent car driver. Mir just held her head in her hands in shame!
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