When the wheels fall off...

Tantrum loved to play with his friends. They would spend hours laughing and joking and playing any sort of game they could come up with. And Tantrum loved riding his trike. It was his key to freedom, a means to travel to far off places for the many adventures he envisioned. His friends loved riding trikes too. They would often have races. Some short (the sprint) some long (the cross country) and some with all the jumps and dips you could imagine (the extreme). And Tantrum loved to come first. At least he would if he ever got past last. One time his friends let him have a headstart because he was such a good friend and Tantrum was chuffed that his friends thought this of him. Ready? Set? Go!! Tantrum lunged his foot upon the first peddle and heard a snap! It dawned on Tantrum that he wasnt going anywhere. The wheel had fallen off and once again Tantrum was left behind.