The Three Broken Bicycles

Two dusty bicycles laid on a pile of scrap metal in the corner of the dump. They soaked in the rain, rusted and just waited, not even knowing for what. After all, nothing interesting is usually waiting for anyone in the dump.

One night the garbage truck brought in another pile of rubbish… and a third bike fell out of it – completely battered, but not yet rusty.

Having noticed the two in the corner, it headed straight to them. As soon as it moved, somewhat scary sounds spread across the junkyard: the wheels creaked, the chain rattled, the brake squeaked, and the steering wheel whistled. Just like a real orchestra! However, it was that kind of orchestra where you have to plug your ears.

The two dusty bikes frowned. The yellow one said: “Just what we needed!”

And the white one added: “Three broken bikes... it’s even worse than two!”

They stared at each other until the new one greeted them: “How are you doing, gentlemen?”

“Gentlemen...," the white bike repeated grumpily. “We are doing just super, how else can it be in the junkyard?”

The new bike looked around and said excitedly: “It’s way better here than in my old basement. Sun, fresh air, new friends - fantastic!”

The yellow and white bikes wanted to tap their foreheads, but they didn't have foreheads to tap. Instead they just flipped their steering wheels and let the stranger get excited.

Since the new bike was curious, it asked one: “Why are you actually in the junkyard?”

The yellow bike frowned even deeper: “I’ve been here since my birth. They threw me away right from the factory, they made me badly. I only drive backwards. They probably mounted something wrong on me. So I ended up…