The Monkey Chased the Weasel

My Mom had a Black 1950 Chevy. I thought that if she put the pedal to the floor it would go a hundred, halfway fifty and so forth. It didn't have power steering so it took many turns lock to lock. One time her fox stole, the weird kind with foxie's head still on and a bit of tail on the other end, got tangled in the wheel during a furious maneuver and started chasing its tail. My sister and I thought we were seeing a live action version of "All around the Cobbler's Bench, The Monkey Chased the Weasel" and screamed with joy. Mom, who usually liked a good joke, didn't see it that way.