Word Tale, for the creative at heart? * *?

"Fantastic race, Al!" shouted George, as Al's cart finally slowed down. Al smiled but had sad eyes, because, after 73 years, he was retiring as a go-cart driver. He knew that there was a picnic in his honor, even though George was to bring him there as a "surprise." Looking solemn, Al approached the picnic with George, but smiled when his friends approached him with a trophy that honored his 73-year long career in the race game.

The fantastic carts going on a picnic in solemn procession carrying trophies of golden grilled sandwiches.

our fantastic plastic carts establish the basis for picnics we entered and left as solemn hosts, with memories as trophies