Once upon a rare, sunny Oregon day, a girl called Pie packed up her Mini Cooper and drove to the coast. Forget that the rhubarb Sylvia picked from her garden was still sitting in her refrigerator longing to be baked into a pie. The sky was blue! The beach beckoned! So off she went — vroom, vroom — with her two terriers in tow. She was not disappointed, rather she was reminded there are other joys in life besides baking pie — like feeling the wind in her face, like watching kids fly kites. And they all lived happily ever after. With suntans. And sand on the leather car seats. The End.
