“EEEEE-YOWWWWWWWW!!”

He’d been draped over the grill, see, but when the spark plug wire shocked him, he straightened up in a hurry and banged his head against the hood. It knocked his hat off.

“By gollies,” he said, rubbing the top of his head, “why don’t you kill that thing before it kills me.”

Viola reached through the window and turned off the key. Then she came back around to where Slim was rubbi…