It was getting dark when the truck woke up from its nap. There was something strange moving back and forth in the weeds. And when the vehicle looked in its broken mirror, he saw... Frightened, the hens in the nests by the passenger seat flew out the window, leaving a cloud of feathers behind. "Don't worry," the truck's friend said getting in the driver's seat. "You are in good hands." The truck was ready. That was going to be the ride of its life.