The driver and his two friends stared at Toad.
"She fainted in the heat!" said the raccoon.
"Maybe she didn't eat today," said the squirrel.
The raccoon and squirrel got out of the car.
"Put her in the back with me," said the chipmunk.
The raccoon and squirrel gently lifted Toad.
They put him on a cushion in the backseat.
"They don't know who I am!" thought Toad.
The raccoon started the car.
They drove down the road again.
"Look!" said the chipmunk.
"The breeze is doing her good."
"How are you feeling?" asked the raccoon.
"Much better," said Toad in a weak voice.
Toad watched him turn the steering wheel.
"I was only wondering . . . ," Toad said.
"Could I sit next to you?
It's too windy back here now."
"Sure!" said the raccoon.
The chipmunk helped Toad into the front.
He sat between the driver and the squirrel.
"Please, sir," Toad asked the raccoon, "would you let me drive?"
"You?" asked the raccoon.
He looked at his friends and laughed.
"I've been watching you," said Toad sweetly.
"It looks easy."
"Well . . . ," said the raccoon.
"Let her try," said the chipmunk.
"She won't do any harm."
Toad smiled.