Farm Tractor by: Midgalia Torres

It was a hot and sunny sweaty day. As I was drenched in sweat and pouring a nice cold water bottle over my head, I could hear a Farm Tractor rolling and headed my way. I could see from a distance that it was harvesting wheat.

Oh, that dry wheat that we all love in our bread and other home-style country meals.

I walked on over and asked the farmer if I could take a bit of that sweet dry wheat.

The old man looked at me . . . Sure, Sonny!

Here is the best homegrown wheat in these darn hells.

Here has this one.

As I held it in between my teeth, I could savory the dryness but sweetness of that crop.

I dug deep into my farmer pants and took out a Fan Spray Mist Bottle which was filled with Ice Water. Here old man you deserve this.

Why? Thank You, what about yourself?

I have this cold water bottle to keep me going.

Well, it’s nice to know that a young fellow like you is interested in farming. We don’t see too many like you hanging around the farms anymore.

As I was to answer him, there in the distance I could hear some Blood Hounds a barking and come near.

I grabbed my Critter Binoculars and saw the Tennessee Law Enforcement up ahead. I beamed in to see that they were arresting the “Moonshiner Boys “

I reckon those fancy Choppers flying high above just gave them away. I quickly dove into the back of the Barley Wheat Tractor and hide in a pile of wheat.

I yelled out to the old man to turn off the engine and duck. These were crooked, and Redneck Cops and they just might say we too were both in on this.

The old man turned off the engine and also hides in the back of the pile of wheat in the backside of the Tractor Trailer.

We could both hear old Chris cursing up a storm and throwing a tantrum and spilling the Moonshine. Chris was one of the worst Redneck Cops in these darn hills.

He yelled out until he was red in the face . . . I gather you Moonshine Boys are making some illegal Whiskey to take down to the Country Fair?

I’m I correct on this one?

No one answered.

I don’t like to repeat myself! I’m I correct on this one?

Those two boys were going to get a beat down from that Crooked Redneck Officer. He handcuffed both of them together and shoved them into his patrol car and whisked them away. When the coast was clear; the old man and I both looked at each other.

Lord and behold . . . Seventeen Crates of Moonshine had been hidden well enough that the Officers did not come to see.

Hallulahh!

The Old Farmer and I took turns taking those Seventeen Crates of Moonshine and hauling them into the back of that Tractor Trailer. We had struck gold!

I asked the Old Man if he could drive me to my Old Chevy Nova better known as “The Frog,” which I had parked off in the far distance.

Sure, Sonny!

Hess, we go!

That old man pumped that Old Tractor to go as fast as he could.

As we drove along those high Barley Wheat Fields, we began to sing that old Song about Moonshine.

What a wonderful day and what a surprise when I showed up at the Country Concert with homemade Moonshine. I will never forget that one. There in the parking lot was an old flame and sweetheart that had my old Blue-Gray Pick Up Truck, who soon joins in on the fun, with those fancy amplifiers to hear all these beautiful Country Songs. A Farm Day to remember.