My Dog Movedthe Vehicle
I’ve been farming sheep on a hillside for 54 years. I use a small tractor to get about. My dog Don always sits beside me in the passenger seat.
One morning I spotted a lost lamb when I was in the top field, near where a motorway cuts through my land. The lamb had become separated from its mother, so I jumped out of the tractor to tend to it while Don stayed in his seat.
Lamb and mother reunited, I turned back to the tractor only to see it move suddenly away from me. This was so unexpected because I had put the handbrake on when I jumped out. Obviously Don had somehow made the vehicle move.
My heart froze in my chest as I saw the tractor heading towards the motorway. I ran desperately but failed to catch up. It crashed through a wooden fence and disappeared. The last thing I saw was Don’s face, looking calmly back at me.
Heart in mouth, I reached the fence and looked over. The tractor was resting against the crash barrier in the central reservation, having miraculously crossed the busy road with fast-flowing traffic. I couldn’t see Don, but as I approached the tractor he jumped out onto the road, apparently unhurt, and dashed back to me.
The police arrived and the motorway ran normally again. I couldn’t quite believe my luck—it turned out no one got badly hurt, but the outcome could have been awful. Don was given a special meal that night—I didn’t want him thinking I was angry with him.
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