The little tractor on the farm

The sun rose over the farm. In the barn, the little red tractor stretched. "Putt, putt, putt." Farmer Fred climbed onto the seat, turned the key, and the engine purred: "Vroom, vroom!"

First, the hay had to go to the cows. The little tractor pulled the trailer, putt, putt, putt, all the way to the cowshed. Daisy the cow poked out her head. "Moo!" She ate a big mouthful of hay, and her eyes closed with happiness.

Next, the field had to be ploughed. The little tractor dragged the heavy plough, which drew long straight lines in the brown earth. Behind him, the crows followed, hopping. "Caw, caw!" They were looking for worms.

But it had rained during the night. At the end of the field, there was a big puddle of mud. The little tractor rolled right into it. Splosh! His big wheels started to spin, vroom, vroom, vroom, but he wasn't going anywhere. He was stuck.

"Putt... putt...," he said, very sadly.

The hens came running. "Cluck, cluck, cluck!" They couldn't push, but they clucked very loudly to cheer him on. Rosie the sow rolled in the mud right beside him. "Oink, oink!" She loved it. Fred laid big planks under the wheels. Daisy the cow came to push from behind, with all her weight. "Moo!"

The little tractor pressed on his wheels. Vroom! One little step. Vroom! Another. And all at once, flop! he popped out of the puddle, covered in mud from his roof to his wheels.

In the evening, Fred washed the tractor with the big hose. "Pshhhh!" The water ran in brown streams over the ground, then clear, and the red showed through the mud again.

Night fell. The hens were already on their perch, Daisy lay in the straw, Rosie slept in her mud. The little tractor rolled gently back to the barn, putt, putt, putt. Outside, the rain began to fall on the roof again, drip, drop, drip, drop.

He stopped in his place. His headlights went out one after the other. "Putt... putt..." Then, very softly, the engine let out one small breath, and everything in the barn grew quiet.