Trixie barreled down the road in her mom's minivan, the radio cranked up and the windows open wide. Even running to the store for milk was much less a chore when it involved driving.

"Me and my arrow...," sang Trixie.

When that song ended, Trixie fumbled with the radio in search of another song. Although she kept her eyes on the road, she missed the sign with the multitude of arrows, arcs, and circles. All of a sudden, Trixie found herself in the middle lane of the newly built round-about.

"Gleeps," Trixie yelled out, "I have no idea how to get out of this."

Trixie drove around and around, seeing the other cars entering and exiting the round-about. Trixie became panicked when she realized she needed to get into another lane but there was too much traffic. She kept losing sight of where she needed to be in order to continue on her path to the store. To make matters even worse, Trixie became aware of the rising feeling of nausea. Still, she continued to drive in circles, the scenery spinning by over and over. Finally, the traffic cleared enough so that Trixie could move into the outside lane and exit the round-about.

When Trixie arrived home, Moms expressed her concern that Trixie had been gone so long. Trixie shrugged her shoulders and attempted to leave the room before she would be forced to admit her driving horror in the round-about. But Mart was too quick for her.

"Yea, Trixie," he said as he jabbed a finger in her shoulder. " You were gone so long that I was sure you got caught in that new round-about and couldn't find your way out."

"Mart," Trixie fumed as she turned back to face him, "Why don't you go play in traffic!"