Blighted by Blyton

It seems to me reading too much of Enid Blyton or watching too much of Bob The Builder can really addle a small portion of one's brain. A tiny part of mine is indelibly altered by the prolific writer and maybe not in the best way.
Remember the Five O'Clock Tales, The Toys at Night and many more in a similar vein? You know what the similar vein happens to be? I'll tell ya. Toys come alive at night. Inanimate objects actually have opinions about the owners as well as feelings. Sure, Toy Story 1,2 and 3 go on the same lines as do a lot of other films but, Blyton's books and these fantastic ideas have put down roots in my head and its was just a couple of days ago that I suddenly realized that I flinch when I look at dented and scratched up cars as if they are wounded animals. I hate the local meat shop since they ill treat their overworked air conditioner by leaving the huge entrance door wide open all the time!
I live in the controversial capital of the grand old India. The city is the political powerhouse of the country and a host to thousands and thousands of wounded cars. Where I live a stroll through the streets in the dead of night would reveal rows and rows of cars parked carelessly on both sides of the road. Some sleek and shiny like a dainty ballerina. Others in their middle age having suffered the brunt of life (or rather the road) but still going strong. If you love cars or if Enid Blyton has made your imagination richer than it really needs to be your eyes can pick out the ones who bear the scars of their first tryst with the road.
But there is one particular car that screams for help. In the backyard of a building there rests a red Volkswagen Beetle. It's wheels flat, covered in a thick coat of dirt, the interior swathed in cobwebs, and cream coloured seats (not the bucket seat monstrosity but seats belonging to simpler times) still inviting anyone who would have her. It is a vintage beauty ravaged by time and heinous neglect. While the world goes gaga about the latest automobile beauties I dream of that perky red VW bug all cleaned up and sassy waiting for me to get behind its wheel!