All Metal Station Wagon and a Ram

It was shortly after WWII my father had collected the first of its kind, an all metal station wagon from a car agency he had ordered a year previously. It was a Plymouth and the second of it's model to be sold in our area. Being proud of it and wanting to show it off he drove into our sheep pasture where he knew I would be. He had tome to get out of the car before our ram saw his reflection in the shiny new paint job, put hes head down he rammed his reflection. Furious, my father ran to chase the ram away. The ram ran to escape to the other side and rammed that side, too. It was less than an hour passed when my father drove into the dealership with a request to have the dents corrected. The injured vehicle drew a crowd and gales of laughter.