Troy moved the cloth in a circular direction on his car's fender. Troy loved this car. It wasn't a racecar,
but he took really good care of it. Next he wiped down the trunk with the chamois and then the bumper.
He put the chamois down and took a step back, putting his hands on his hips and admiring his work. The
chrome bumper shined dazzlingly. Suddenly, Troy felt a cool breeze. He heard a distant crack of thunder
and noticed a storm cloud rolling in from the west. Troy kicked the water bucket over and said,
"Doggone it!
Troy is washing his car.
I know this because he is drying it with a chamois.
Troy gets mad because it looks like it is going to rain, which will make it so that his hard work was done in vain.
I know this because Troy gets very mad when he notices the storm rolling in and a clean car looks better before rain.