As the sleepy night-time hours crept from the corners of the sunlit horizon, Farmer Ben surveyed the dusty terrain. The kind earth, which once yielded to his honorable hand, had become solid and immovable as a result of persistent pressure aptly applied by the tires of a worn-out Chrysler Sebring convertible. "No matter," thought the benevolent farmer. "With my trusty John Deere, all shall be as it should."
