The Adventures of the Little Voice Story 2

Mable Maudlin had a husband who maintained that she could never learn to drive.  Every time she brought the subject up, he would laugh at her with unbelievable scorn.  First Mary would get extremely angry, then she would sob, and finish by pleading for a chance to learn.  She just didn't think it was fair that the other women in her neighborhood could romp about in their autos and she wasn't even allowed in the front seat of their car.

It was during one of her crying jags that Mable Maudlin first became acquainted with the Little Voice.  "Pshaw" she heard one day, "There's nothing to driving," a soft but squeaky voice proclaimed.  "Even I could teach you!"

Mable, not quite sure she wasn't hearing things, clutched at that piece of encouragement and answered, "Oh! Could you?"

The Little Voice insisted,  "Why of course.  You just listen to what I tell you and you'll be driving in no time."  

Needless to say, during the next few weeks Mr. Maudlin became quite certain that Mrs. Maudlin had really crawled out from under her wig.  Hardly a day went by that he didn't see her muttering to herself putting steak on the dinner table and insisting on a pleasure drive after work.  Just to humor her, he took her.

Each time they took an excursion the Little Voice would whisper in Mable's ear.  "See  all he does is turn that little key, pulls on that lever, and pushes on that hing down on the floor.  From then on, all he does is steer the car."  

Much to the dismay of Mr. Maudlin, Mrs. Maudlin would exclaim the the Little Voice, "Oh, Banana's -- that's easy enough!"  

One bright Sunday morning some few weeks hence, the Little Voice decided that it was time for Mable Maudlin to perform her solo.  While M. Maudlin was settling down to the Sunday funnies, the Little Voice commanded, "This is it!" Grab your apron, get in the car and show that smart-aleck what you can do."

Mable didn't hesitate.  She fired up the family bucket -of bolts and shot away like a guided missile.  Around the block she sped, and around again, picking up speed like a maniac on a race track.  It was about then that she realized that she didn't know how to stop the car.  

She yelled, "I'm scared!"

"Nonsense," the Little Voice laughed confidently, "it's all in your mind!"  

By this time, Mr. Maudlin was standing on the curb frantically waving his arms.  Seeing him thus disposed, Mable decided that it was time to get things under control.  

One the next trip around the block, she two-wheeled the car into the drive-way, crashed through the front door of the garage, picked up the lawn mower, crashed through the back wall, careened across the petunia patch, sped around the neighbors yard, wiping out their rose bushes, killed their cat and dog.  Mrs. Maudlin tore across her own front lawn and blasted into her own living room.  Just as she crashed through the picture window, she heard the Little voice cry,  "WHEE!"