Dear Steven,
I plowed my first field today! I know! I’m pretty impressed as well. I was eating my cornflakes when I had the strongest urge to go out and plow something. I’d never done it before, but I had a good idea that you needed oxen. And a plow, of course. I had no idea if they even have oxen here, but I remembered there’s a petting zoo in town for the next week. It’s on that bit of open land next to the bank. You know where I mean? They didn’t have any oxen, but they had a donkey and a sheep. So, I “borrowed” them. Ha ha. I thought it would be harder, but all I had to do was hold out a bag of carrots and they followed me. Nobody even noticed! Then I needed a plow. It had to be sharp and it had to be heavy. Luckily, I just happened to have my wheelbarrow with me. I knocked the front wheel off and used a rock to hammer the frame into a kind of sharp point. I filled it with bricks to give it weight, then, with a bit of rope I found, we were good to go. The donkey was better at pulling than the sheep. He seemed to have more of a knack for it. The sheep was more interested in the grass. Before we started, I’d had an image of me riding the plow, like a gladiator on a chariot, but I ended up walking in front of them doling out carrots and grass. Still, we had fun. And we plowed! How many people can say they have plowed a field? Well, it wasn’t really a field. It was the 14th hole of the golf course. And we didn’t get to plow much because they called the police. But, still, we plowed!! Yeah! And the donkey and sheep liked it so much, they don’t want to leave! What an awesome day! A plowed field and two new pets. I’m going to call the donkey Floyd and the sheep Big Red!
Your friend,
Kevin.