When we pulled up in front of the bank, he didn't want to get out.

He didn't, huh?

Had to pry his hands loose.

He was hanging on so hard that his knuckles turned white.

And he was kind of trembling and breathing heavy.

Sounds like he enjoyed it, all right.

Maybe he'll be getting a buggy.

Hmm, I sure hope so.

Jed, I was thinking of it all the way home.

How nice it would be for Ms.

Drysdale.

She could take her husband to work, go shopping.

Every once in a while, we'd meet up, me and my buggy and her and her, and maybe have a little friendly race.

Like you used to have with Elver and the Bradshaw back home.

Yeah.

Jed, why don't we give the Drysdale's a horse and buggy as a present?

My doggie's granny, that's a real neighborly thought.

Ain't it, though?

Friendly, kind, generous.

And it's the only way I can make sure that she don't get a faster rig than mine.