No salvation, for nobody. Not even the cute Yorkshire terrier who accompanied the little blonde girl in the pink dress, lovely tailored by her grandma, who in turn could not help but screaming at the sight of the gigantic, merciless, yellow and green truck, which was brutally slaughtering whatever being or object was on his road – the police station, John Pieter’s fine garden, the school where the little blonde girl used to study.

Ben was having indeed a lot of fun with the new truck his parents got it for Christmas, tough it was slightly oversized for the village he used to play with.