Three years ago I sold Jenny for a pittance to our local US Army sniper (28) since he said that he would enjoy fixing Jenny up. He did. Three years later, on the first trip out, he and a fellow mechanic drove Jenny about one mile to the rectory to show me his accomplishment. Jenny never looked so good. The whole neighborhood came out to see how Jenny had been transformed. We’re all friends. You remember Jenny:
I’m happy for our sniper friend. It was good for the neighborhood to celebrate with him.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 
Poor Jenny must have shuddered at the sight of her former task master!