Originally Posted by casertractor
Get some life insurance on the old gal and get her to Milton.
Okay, I was up to the shed and had a chat with her. I talked quietly to her, rubbed some fresh oil on her big jugs, cleaned a bit of grease off her ample rear end, and lubricated that special spot by the governor. I even rolled her over so she could feel the spark inside her belly.
Alas, it was all to no avail. She whispered back to me that she was so happy in her simple lodgings, and enjoyed our occasional outings through the lovely fields.
She said that she is a homebody now, and reminisced about the great journeys of her past. That trip by train from Brantford to Grandview was a wonderful experience. Later, she worried that her days were numbered until the museum rescued her from Manitoba and took her on a highway ride to Saskatchewan. There was another truck ride to Crosby,her first ever trip to a different country, and yet another to Fillmore. It was at Fillmore that she began to know that she had a bright future. From there, she endured an epic journey in sleet and snow, a final truck ride that brought her full circle to within 10 miles of where she was born.
She did say to me that maybe next summer, after the wheat is harvested, I can invite my friends over and she will cheerfully leave the shop and test out her legs. She might even consent to some ploughing, just for old times sake. She said I could get some pop and chips, maybe even some roasted chicken, and we could all have a meal in her honour.
A fellow cannot argue with the ladies. Just go with the flow, and life will be wonderful.