I might learn to drive it by then, too.
I looked under the hood. Like I had any idea what I was looking at.
I looked at the steering wheel, too. Like I was ever gonna touch it.
I brought Georgia with me because she’s a tractor expert.
And she was thinking about buying one, too.
Okay, I brought her with me because I was taking her to an eye doctor appointment in Charleston yesterday.
But she enjoyed looking at the tractors. Georgia loves an outing. She climbed right on the tractor and went crazy doing doughnuts in the parking lot. Okay, not really. She’s scared of tractors. Like me. I bought one anyway. Somebody has to mow the meadow and dig a duck pond and clear brush! I bought the tractor. Do I have to do everything?
The merry woodland creatures heard about the tractor.
The scampering bunny said, “Tractor? I’ll drive the tractor!”
The deer said, “No, I will drive the tractor!”
Coco said, “Pick me! I’ll drive the tractor!”
Then the chickens got wind of it.
And this one said, “I will drive the tractor.”
“Or prepare to die!”