Johnny Tractor and His Pals

A JOHN DEERE STORYBOOK FOR LITTLE FOLKS
From a Story by Louise Price Bell
Illustrated by Roy A. Bostrom, Retired Deere & Company Staff Artist

The moon and stars were bright. It was night on the Fowler Farm. The lights in Farmer Fowler's house shone cheerfully.
The barnyard and
fields were quiet. All the cow s and
pigs and chickens were fast asleep.
But behind the barn, Farmer Fowler's
farm machines were wide awake. They
were talking in very low voices.
They have a special language of their
own, just as trees and flowers do.
Johnny Tractor stood
in the middle. He was their
leader because he was a tractor.
He was sure he was the most important
machine on the farm.
And he knew he looked handsome in
his shiny green and yellow coat and big
black rubber tires.
Perry Plow was hitched behind Johnny
Tractor. Early in the morning Farmer
Fowler would come for them.
Tomorrow would be the day to plow the
field along the creek.
"Farmer Fowler wants a big wheat
crop from that field this year," said
Perry.

Dicky Disk
growled. He had a deep
voice. "That field is very dry,
Perry," he said. "Farmer Fowler
will use you to plow it.
But then he will use me to cut
up the clods of dirt."
Johnny Tractor scolded Dicky Disk. "
Stop acting so proud," said
Johnny. "Farmer Fowler also uses
Henry Harrow to make the fields smooth."
This pleased Henry Harrow. He
liked to get special attention from Johnny
Tractor.
Then Henry Harrow spoke. His
voice was soft and gentle like his
gentle work in the fields.
"Well, sometimes Mr. Fowler does use
me, too," Henry said as he
flipped a speck of dirt off one
of his many spikes. " I am always
ready to do my part."
"I'm always ready
to do my part, too," spoke
up Danny Drill. ' I plant the
seeds for Farmer Fowler. I plant
them just right so they will grow
quickly and evenly. And I
put fertilizer in the soil so the
plants will have plenty of food.
"Sometimes," Danny Drill teased, "
I think I'm as important as Johnny
Tractor."
Before Johnny could say a word,
Chucky Cultivator muttered: " I'm important,
too. I get rid of the bad
weeds that would keep the crops from
growing. Why, if it weren't for
me, Farmer Fowler's fields would be
full of weeds instead of corn, beans,
and potatoes."
All of the machines nodded and
agreed, " Yes, Chucky, you're
very valuable."

Johnny Tractor stuck out his chest and strutted around the group. "The truth is, I have to help all of you," he shouted. " I pull Micky Mower and Bobby Baler through the hay fields. And my big muscles turn Gary Grinder to make feed for the pigs, cows, and chickens. I'm the most important of all," Johnny roared proudly

Johnny Tractor couldn't think of any answer. So he yawned and pretended he was going to sleep. He knew Clancy Combine really didn't need him.

This little story is dedicated to our grandson, Tanner.
He has a John Deere tractor and he loves it!!
He rides it all the time.
We love you Tanner.
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