A sad tale of a tractor run amok
It started like any other morning on the farm. I went out to fire up my trusty tractor Sally for some field work, but something didn’t feel right.
As soon as I turned the key, Sally roared to life with a growl. Before I could react, she lurched forward—knocking me clean off. I watched as she tore across the yard. Snatching my hat along the way!! Heading straight for my neatly stacked woodpile.
Logs went flying everywhere as Sally plowed through. She didn’t stop there. Next, she set her sights on the winter hay bales. I shouted uselessly as she shredded bale after bale. Leaving a trail of destruction.
Suddenly Sally veered towards the sheep pasture. She started making noises that sounded almost like words. The sheep gathered around, bleating excitedly.
It took me a moment to realize what was happening. Somehow, my tractor was trying to rally the sheep into forming a union. I stood there as Sally beeped and revved—the traitorous sheep responding with growing enthusiasm.
It took the better part of the day to wrangle Sally and calm the would-be revolutionary sheep. I still don’t know what caused her malfunction. I’ll be keeping a closer eye on her from now on.
No more Stephen King novels for Sally.
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