CLUNK CLUNK! RATTLE RATTLE! THUD THUD!
Ben, the racing car rattled down the road, without knowing just how noisy he sounded.
“What’s that terrible noise?” asked Archie the Bus, Nah the Fire Engine (short for Nee-Nah ….) and Doug the Digger, as the little racing car rattled by.
“What noise?” asked the racing car in surprise.
“Oh, it’s you, Ben!” said Archie. “Listen.”
Ben listened hard as he rattled round in the road. “That? Oh, that’s just how I sound. Doesn’t everyone?”
“No!” said Archie and Doug, and they raced each other up and down the street while Ben stopped and listened out for the thuds and rattly noises. He couldn’t hear any.
“When was the last time you had a race?” asked Nah, the kindly old fire engine.
“So long ago, I can hardly remember,” said Ben with a groan. “But I do remember I was fast, though. Neowww! … Oww! Oww!” Ben hobbled back to Nah who had watched him wince with pain as he tried to race down the road.
“You’ve lost a wheel, Ben!” said Archie the bus.
“Have I?” asked Ben in surprise.
The others counted carefully and, sure enough, Ben had only three wheels – two at the back and just one at the front. There was a huge hole where his fourth wheel should be.
“Well, no wonder you’ve been clanking along,” said Nah the fire engine, “You must be in terrible pain!”
“Must I?” said Ben.
“You need to find yourself a new wheel,” said Doug, and the others agreed. Ben wouldn’t stop making such a racket until he had four wheels again.
Ben said goodbye to his friends and set off, slowly this time, along the road. “I wonder what shape would be best?” he thought to himself.
It wasn’t long before he came to a crumbly wall. He looked carefully at the patterns in the brickwork, and this is what he saw: