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The low growl of the tractor’s diesel engine broke the silence of an already warm August morning, as my Dad began cutting the lower field. The John Deere green of the 3120 tractor complemented the brown hues of the field as the mechanical beast moved sluggishly through the waving sea of grass. I sat peacefully on the back porch, listening to the sounds of nature, as I knew it; blue jays darting from tree to tree, humming birds hovering at the feeder, and my dog hiding in the boxwoods, shaking in anticipation of another invasion from a hot air balloon. The only problem I had that day was attempting to block the sun from my eyes as it coursed through the sky above. After much deliberation, I decided to go inside, but as I slid open the porch door I was distracted by the sudden, unmistakable sounds of metal… The blades of the bush hog spun dangerously out of synch yet the shrieking sound of the tractor as it came to a halt was heart stopping. I instantly knew something was wrong and raced towards the field in search of the cause of the horrible sounds. My eyes widened as I saw the tractor on its side, wheels still turning after it ran into a huge oak tree.
Approximate Word count = 872
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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