The setting sun drew the day to an end. Farmer Ted had only a few more precious moments to dig holes to plant the seeds, to be in the ground in time for the proper growing season. Only one more hole to go. As he knelt on the ground, he wiped the sweat from his brow. The temperatures were cold but the work was hard. The tiny shovel dug into the brown soil, suddenly coming to an abrupt stop. Ted heard the clanking of metal. What could it be?
He dug around and pulled out a dirt covered little something. Grabbing the corner of his plaid shirt he brushed the soil to discover a cast iron toy tractor. Where did this come from?
Twelve years back Ted had purchased this land from a very old lady who had been born on this land. She had no children. How old could this tractor be?
Sorry, I hit a writers wall...
10 years ago
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