Date: May 14, 1961
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 7:39 PM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Hawkeye was at his house with Metal Gloss. Metal Gloss was in the kuoga while Hawkeye opened his letter.
Hawkeye: *Reading the letter* Dear Pierce, I hope wewe like the sports car I gave wewe thirteen years zamani as a present for becoming an engineer. I have another one like that coming to your house from Florida. My factory is running well, but I am not. As I write this, I have only 20 hours to live, so I decided to give wewe something special before I pass away. Along with this letter, wewe will find two thousand dollars. *Looks in the envelope, and gets the two thousand dollars* and the car I mentioned earlier. It's a Cord convertible. It should arrive at your house sometime before 8. Love, your uncle Charlie.
Just then, a knock was heard on the door.
Pierce: *Goes to the front door, and opens it*
British Pony: Mr. Pierce Hawkins?
British Pony: Your Cord is here. *Gives him the keys, and walks away*
Pierce: Thank you. *Closes the door* But now I feel like we have too many cars. There's my Auburn, Metal Gloss' station wagon, and now this car my uncle sent me.
inayofuata morning at the Cheyenne train station, it was 6:57 when Pierce arrived with Metal Gloss.
Pete: *Reorganizing his stack of paperwork* I hope nothing makes this stack fall down like yesterday.
Hawkeye: *Knocks on the door* Pete?
Pete: Do wewe have anymore over sized bags with you?
Hawkeye: No. May I come in?
Pete: *Goes to unlock the door, and unlocks it*
Hawkeye: *Comes in*
Pete: What is it?
Hawkeye: Remember that letter I got yesterday?
Pete: Yes. Did wewe read it?
Hawkeye: It was from my uncle. He sent me a sports car, but me, and Metal Gloss feel like we have too many cars. Do wewe know somepony that's looking for a station wagon, au a yellow convertible?
Pete: No, and I got problems of my own. One of those letters wewe brought into my office was about the profit this railroad is making.
Hawkeye: How is it?
Pete: Bad! We need to find out how to make zaidi money.
Hawkeye: *Thinking* An auction.
Hawkeye: We set up an auction in the parking lot, and we have one of the cars set up for sale.
Pete: I don't know.
Hawkeye: How much money do we need to make to improve our profit?
Pete: Ten thousand dollars.
Pierce: Then, see if wewe can get anypony else to put some of their things in the auction. I'll do the same with Metal Gloss. *Leaves the office*
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