Once there was a car. He was owned by a family with two little boys and a little girl. They liked to call him "The One Eyed Beast" because he was missing one headlight.
"But my name is Alfred!" The car would always complain. But nobody heard him, because as we all know, cars can't talk.
Every day, the oldest boy would stand outside his middle school, and when his mom pulled up, he would laugh and say to his friends, "Look! It's the One-Eyed Beast!"
"But my name is Alfred!" The car said. But nobody heard him, because as we all know, cars can't talk.
Then they would drive to the Elementary School, and the second boy would giggle and say to his little sister, "Lookie there, it's the One-Eyed Beast!"
"But my name is Alfred!" The car cried. But nobody heard him, because as we all know, cars can't talk.
One day, though, the little girl got into the car and said "Be nice to him! He's not a beast! He drives all of us to school, and to church, and to the grocery store, every day!"
The car's spirits lifted. It felt good to be appreciated.
The brothers didn't know what to say. Finally the older one said "You're right. We should give him a name!"
The little car felt so good, he wished his headlight worked so he could beam with both of them. "My name is Alfred!" he pronounced.
"Let's call him Georgie!" The little boy said. They all thought it was a wonderful name, and agreed to call him that forever.
"But my name is Alfred!!" The car wailed. But nobody heard him, because as we all know, cars can't talk.
