Wildlife Park

What's that old saying? A real friend is one that walks in when the rest of the world walks out or something like that. Anyway here goes. I texted On my way... I had no more sent that text than HURRY appeared on my cell. I drove down that dark stretch of road that follows along the park's edge. Then there was the familiar thud as the asphalt ended and the gravel began. Unfortunately the gravel my tires was picking up was hitting the bottom of my new car. I was angry. He'd better be dying I muttered because getting up is one thing but messing up my new car is another