George wasn’t like the other boys. He liked to keep records. He’d logged all the registration plates and types of farm machinery he could find, entering the details in a little notebook. The summer months were spent looking in barns, waving to farmers and dozing in the bountiful fields.
The other boys liked football and girls. George didn’t. He liked tractors and farms.
The other boys teased George, but he didn’t mind, he was the biggest, but he wasn’t like them.
Often, he left them tied up in the cornfield. Mostly they escaped before the combine came. Mostly.