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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red tractor busy in the field.
It was love at first sight, if you believe that machinery has a soul.
The little red tractor worked his heart out to impress the little yellow tractor in the next field.
His Boyo would jog up to the driver’s seat, climb aboard, and gently turn the key as he spoke words of encouragement to start the day. Boyo was a firm believer that if he treated his equipment right, they would never let him down, and thus it was as the little red tractor started first time, was regularly maintained and cleaned, and in bad weather, given shelter in the big barn.
The little yellow tractor always looked forlorn as she was left out in all weathers, coughed and spluttered having been shouted at and cursed by her Bozo, and struggled to cope with the land she was expected to till.
The little red tractor was dismayed to see the little yellow tractor with a FOR SALE sign on her windscreen. How could he convince his Boyo that the little yellow tractor had a heart that yearned to be loved to show her true potential.
His Boyo hopped into the cab as usual and talking quietly to the little red tractor turned the key. Trying not to make things too worrying, the little red tractor ambled across the field, graduating towards the fence where the little yellow tractor had been placed.
Boyo scratched his bristly chin and turning the engine off, jumped down to take a look.
The next day, the little red tractor noticed the little yellow tractor had gone. He was saddened that he hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye and Boyo noticed he seemed sluggish and laboured.
He was taken into the barn that night and checked over to make sure things were OK, which of course he was, he just had a heavy heart.
Boyo’s brother came into the barn and the two were talking quietly about a new project.
The little red tractor looked up and saw what this was. The little yellow tractor was in the barn too, but had been dismantled. A drop of moisture fell from the little red tractor’s headlight until he realised what they were doing.
There was an array of cleaning materials, oils, polishes, brushes, tools, and everything else to give the little yellow tractor an overhaul.
A few hours later, the little yellow tractor was gleaming and shiny, as bright as the morning summer sun, and when the brothers retired, you could hear a gentle humming
as two engines got to know each other.