Here is the letter Caleb's car wrote this week.
Caleb,
I miss you! When are you coming back to get me? The people you left me with have only taken me for a spin once. When they took me out I heard them complaining that I was noisy.
That black dog peed on my tires and I haven't had a bath since you left. Spiders have moved into my engine compartment and my transmission is getting stiff.
I hope you take me to live some place warm like Arizona. I loved it there.
You better not buy a truck and give me back to these people! I don't want that tall blonde kid to drive me! Save me soon, your car
p.s. Why don't I have a name?