A tractors tall tale.

My wheels big and black. My paint work shiny. Blue as the ocean. I am ready for any terrain. As farmer Joe jumped in, we set off. I fired up my engine and used full horsepower. As my farmer started to steer, I hit a tree, “Roar!” I screamed. We turned onto a field and my harvester gathered corn. However we turned the corner a bit to quickly and I ploughed through a huge bramble bush, caking my cab in brambles and jamming my harvester. “flipping ‘eck” Joe groaned. Just as I thought it was over, I sank into a mud puddle. When I returned to the barn, I was as scratched as a cat scratching post. I was as muddy as a pug, but my scars remind me of my awesome day.