The Sugar Packet Express

I rolled off the iron tree grate and zoomed straight toward the café terrace on the plaza! Scattered under a round metal bistro table sat three forgotten paper sugar packets—one bright red, one pale yellow, and one sky blue. A derailed shipment on the open terrace? Not on my watch! I revved my driving wheels, leaned my red front buffer into the blue packet, and nudged it flush against the yellow one with a crisp slide. Then I circled wide and gave the red packet a solid forward shove until all three formed a neat, colorful cargo train lined straight against the metal table leg. Freight assembled and ready to depart!