Big Green Tractor, Jason Aldean

Foxy had been following a rabbit, not realizing where she was going, when it darted under a fence and into a field of wheat. Foxy climbed onto the top rail, then sat down, to see if she could see it. All she could see was wheat and tractors, and sighed.

She had found a spot of fence where a tree hung right over it, giving blissful shade from the sun's heat. It seemed like the tractors all had the same idea, since they were all clustered there.

When they heard her, they scattered quickly. She felt guilty for chasing them out of the shade, and she tried to coax them back.

For nearly an hour she tried, but nothing worked. Finally, she began to sing.

"She had a shiny little Beemer with the ragtop down, sittin' in the drive but she wouldn't get out. The dogs were all barkin' an' waggin' around, an' I just laughed an' said ya'll get in. She had on a new dress and she curled her hair, she was lookin' too good not to go somewhere. Said, 'Whatcha wanna do baby, I don't care. We can go to the show, or we can stay right here.' And I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor, we can go slow, or make it go faster, down through the woods and out to the pasture."

As she was about to start in on the next part, a deeper voice started singing. Not knowing who it was, she gasped and stiffened. When they nudged her in the back, she turned around, only to find Fillmore. "You scared me." She replied with a giggle.

He chuckled, then asked what she was doing. "I scared all the tractors away from their shady spot, so I'm trying to get them back. It was working, until you scared them away." She teased, pointing to where they were all clumped together.

"Then let's bring 'em back, man." With that, Fillmore began to sing, Foxy joining him after a few seconds.

"'Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter. Climb up in my lap, an' drive if ya want to, girl you know you've got, me to hold onto. We can go to town, but baby if you'd rather, I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor. Said, 'We can fire it up an' I can show you around, sit up on the hill an' watch the sun go down.' When the fireflies are dancin' an' the moon comes out, we can turn on the lights an' head back to the house, or we can take another ride on my big green tractor, we can go slow, or make it go faster, down through the woods and out to the pasture. 'Long as I'm with you, it really don't matter. Climb up in my lap, an' drive if you want to, girl you know you've got, me to hold onto. We can go to town, but baby if you'd rather, I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor. Just lemme dust off the seat. Mmm, put your pretty little arms around me, yeah."

The tractors had come back once they had heard the singing, and Foxy smiled down at Fillmore. She lightly jumped down from the rail, and stroked one of the tractors gently on the front.

When she stopped, it nudged her hand, wanting to be petted.

"That one likes ya." Fillmore chuckled, watching as she kept petting the tractor.

"You can climb up in my lap, and drive if ya want to, girl ya know you've got me to hold onto. We can go to town, but baby if you'd rather, I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor. Oh yeah, yeah. We can go to town, or we can go another round, on my big green tractor."

As the two finished singing, Foxy started walking, the tractor quickly rolling into place beside her as she petted it and spoke quietly. I began following her towards the exit of the field, where Fillmore was waiting, and he chuckled, seeing the tractor following along behind her like a puppy.

"Ya got a buddy." He told her, nodding to the tractor.

Foxy turned around and smiled when she saw the tractor following her. "You need to stay here. I'll be back either later or tomorrow, all right?"

Fillmore nearly laughed aloud as she spoke to it like it was a child.

It apparently understood her, because when she began walking again, it didn't follow. "How'd ya do that, man?"

"What?"

"It stayed."

"All they need is compassion, and understanding. That's what makes them so pushy. They want attention so badly, that they'll take it any way they can."

"You're the tractor-whisperer, man. I saw a show about a dog whisperer once, and he did what you did."

Foxy laughed aloud at that, and grinned. "Foxy, Radiator Springs' resident human and tractor-whisperer. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" She giggled, and Fillmore chuckled.

"Sure does, man."

As promised, Foxy was back the next day, and she began singing again. The tractor she was petting the day before shoved its way to the front, and when she reached her hands through the slats in the fence, it leaned towards her and onto the fence, mooing in quiet, happy tones. "Do you like that? Oh, yes you do, yes you do. Say, I'll bet nobody ever pets you guys, huh?" She began rubbing her fingers along the tractor's metal side slightly harder, and it continued leaning into her hand. "Here, I'm going to come in, all right?" She climbed through the middle slat, and began petting the tractor again, giggling quietly when it mouthed her hand. "You're so silly." She told the tractor, which nudged her again and mooed. It wanted to be petted. "Okay, okay, bossy." She gave the tractor a smile and began rubbing her fingers against its metal hide harder. Its mirrors twitched, getting rid of little bugs, and Foxy smiled.

She heard a noise coming from the orchard and gasped in surprise when she saw Frank, poking his blades out of the bushes to see what the tractor was mooing about. When he saw Foxy, he was instantly curious, and came over to her.

Foxy remained still, letting Frank circle her and smell her to his engine's content. He nudged her experimentally with his side, and Foxy began scratching his side instinctively. He grunted and leaned towards her, his eyes half lidded.

Foxy's eyes, however, were open wide. She was slowly taming the wild beast known as Frank. "Good Frank. Good Frank." She began to murmur softly as she petted the large combine. He grunted again, then snorted before nudging her again and settling down on the ground, letting her pet him.

Foxy smiled, and continued petting him. "I'll bet you're really a very sweet guy, right? Everyone always misunderstands." She began a quiet conversation with him, and he seemed to answer her, grunting or snorting.

When it was time for her to leave, she began singing the song again. "That's how you'll know it's me. Okay, Frank? And I'll talk to Lightning and Mater about finding something else to do, how's that sound?"

For an answer, Frank rose from the ground, and nudged her with his side gently, understanding that she was more fragile then him. As she exited the field, she called softly, "Bye you guys." She heard quiet moos, or in Frank's case, snorts, and smiled.

Since it was nearly dark, she wanted to get back to Fillmore's before she couldn't see.

"What were ya doin' down there to Frank, Foxy?"

"I was talking to him, and petting him, and the cows too. They're all really sweet. And Frank would like it if you guys stopped going there to tip tractors. He just doesn't want them hurt."

"Frank told ya all that?"

"He didn't talk, but he grunted and snorted a lot. I could tell that's what he meant, because when I told him that I was sorry for doing it, he just kinda... like... mooed, I guess. Then we were okay after that. I told him that I'd talk to you guys about it, and he just kinda nudged me that time. I think he wants you guys to go down there and apologize tonight."

"Then let's go an' get McQueen!" Mater scooped her up with his hook by the back of her sweatshirt, deposited her in his truck bed, then they were off.

They got back to the town, and of course Mater had to hit all the bumps along the dirt road. Foxy didn't mind, and secretly enjoyed the ride. When he had stopped, Foxy quickly jumped out, and went to Flo's.

"Hey, Light! We need you!"

He rolled towards the duo, and gave them a smile. "What's up, guys?"

And so they told him. "You want me to what? I'm sorry, the answer's no."

"But Frank wants you to! Pleeeeeeaseee?"

He sighed, then groaned. "Fine. But I better not have to talk to him directly."

"No, of course not. I've got it all figured out. But you've got to promise to be nice. All right?"

Lightning sighed, then nodded. "All right. I'll be nice to the giant combine that's tried to kill me."

"Lightning!" She snapped at him, and he rolled back.

"All right, all right, I'm sorry! Yeesh."

Foxy gave him a glare, then she hopped back into Mater's bed. "Mater, if you please?"

"Sure thing, Foxy." Mater hooked Lightning under the axle, much to his irritation.

"Now you have to come. And you won't lag behind." Foxy gave him a grin.

The three headed for the tractor field, and when they got a certain distance away, Foxy began singing softly, telling Mater to shut off his engine.

A tractor came close to the fence, and they watched as Foxy smiled. "Hey there. I need a name for you, that way I don't just call you 'tractor' all the time. Remind me to ask Frank what he thinks is good, okay?"

The tractor mooed quietly, and leaned against the fence, and Foxy grinned.

"Yeah, I know what you want." She began 'scratching' the tractor again, and it relaxed.

"Are you seeing this, Mater?" Lightning asked in disbelief.

"Sure am, buddy. How's she doin' that?"

"She's talking to it and petting it, I think."

They heard her call Frank's name softly, and a set of lights switched on from behind the orchard. Lightning and Mater gasped, thinking the worst as she got into the field. They were glued to the desert floor, and could only watch.

Frank poked through the trees, and recognized Foxy. He grunted quietly, and came over to her. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hey, Frank. Did any of your tractors do anything interesting while I was gone?" They heard her ask, and they could see her petting the giant combine.

"She's gonna get herself killed..." Lightning whispered, but the cars on the hill gasped in surprise as the giant combine laid down and let her continue talking and petting him.

"Now, Frank. I've got the two up on a hill there because I wanted to talk to you first, all right?"

Frank snorted, and Foxy continued.

"I told them to be nice, and to listen to what you have to say. Do you think you can do that too? She gave him a smile, and rubbed his door, which she had found that he loved. The giant machine's front lowered, along with his eyelids. He just seemed visibly relaxed. "Good. Thank you very much. I'll go bring them a little closer, all right? I'll be right back." She petted the tractor she had made friends with, then slipped out the middle slat again. She made her way up to the two, who hugged her tightly when she reached them.

"That was incredible! How'd you do it?"

"I told Fillmore, it's just compassion and understanding. They all want attention, and it doesn't matter if it's good or bad. That's why he's so mean. It's the only way he thinks he'll get attention."

"Oh. That makes sense."

"All right, now I want you guys to stay on the outside of the fence. I think he'll be more comfortable that way."

The two cars nodded, and followed Foxy. When they reached the fence, Foxy was the only one to enter the field.

"Okay, Frank, I brought them to the fence. They won't come inside. Is that okay for you?"

Frank grunted, and nudged her with his side, wanting his door scratched.

"All right, I'll scratch your side. Now, let's talk while I do it, okay?"

Frank grunted, and settled down in the wheat.

"Now, do you want Lightning and Mater to stop tipping your tractors completely? Like they never do it again? Or can they only do it if they ask you?"

Frank snorted, which Foxy took to mean no. "I'll go let them know." She walked over to the fence, her tractor friend following. She scratched its muzzle gently as she talked to the two. It mooed happily, making the two cars smile.

"They seem to like you, Foxy. Especially Frank. I've never seen him this calm before."

"That's because I gave him some positive attention and I understand him. Now he likes me. He doesn't want you guys tractor tipping because he's afraid you'll hurt the tractors."

"Well, could we at least come here and watch 'em?"

"I'll ask, Mater. But you won't tip them, or hurt them, right?" He shook his front end rapidly, and Foxy knew he was telling the truth. She went to Frank, and began petting his side again before starting to tell him what they had said. He grunted, which she took to mean yes.

"Mater really likes all of you. I'm sure he won't do it anymore. Now do you want me to talk with Lightning?"

Frank grunted, and Foxy smiled. "All right. Should I tell him the same thing?"

Another grunt. Foxy nodded, then left his side.

When she reached the fence, she looked to Lightning. "He wants me to ask you the same thing."

"I guess I'll come with Mater to watch them."

"And do you promise to not hurt them, or tip them?"

"I promise."

"They could use some attention, too. I think they get lonely." She left the fence, and headed back to Frank, telling him what they had said while scratching and rubbing his side.

Suddenly, he mooed and laid down with a sigh, leaning towards Foxy. She giggled quietly, then continued. "You like that, I guess. I'll need to remember it when I come next time."

Over on the other side of the fence, Lightning and Mater were dumbfounded. "Are you seeing this?"

"Sure am, buddy."

"How does she do it?"

"Frank, I wanted to ask you. The one tractor that follows me around. Would it be all right if I named her?" Frank grunted, and Foxy smiled. "I'll give you some names, and I'll let you decide which one you like." He grunted again, and she began running through a list of names for the tractor in her head. "How about Maybel?"

Frank snorted.

"Okay, no. Hmm... How about Lucille?"

Another snort.

"No, not that one either. Do you like Nancy?"

This time, she got no reply.

"I'll take that as a maybe. What about...Spokes?"

Frank grunted, and leaned against her hand.

"You like that? Then Spokes it is." She gave him a smile, then went over to the tractor. "Your new name is Spokes." She petted the tractor, and Frank rolled over to her, wanting to be petted. "I've been petting you all night, Frank." She gave him a smile, but began petting him anyways.

When Frank went off to graze on the wheat, Spokes remained behind. She stayed for another half hour, until Foxy finally said goodbye.

She slipped out through the middle slat, and yawned when she was out.

"Long day?"

"You said it." She replied, making Lightning chuckle.

The three went up to the town, each understanding Frank and the tractors a little better that night.

As you can see, I used the song in this one. for some of them I may, for others I may not. It all depends on how well-developed I think the story is going to be, or if I think the characters need to sing it, or whatever. Did you guys like this one?