We take our little red wagons down to the bay for seaweed.

The car starts immediately, he is beginning to like this sweet little wagon.

The little wagon rolled out through the gates and away down the long line of hills toward the north.

There are pictures of me being pulled around in a little wagon.

In children, it is the little red wagon painted blue.

There was a bad smell in the little wagon.

Well, he would paint their little red wagon blue!

Some people just pull trouble behind them like a little red wagon.

So the little red wagon will still be a part of my life.

Lots of horses on the farms and little wagons in the streets.