The Abandoned Farmhouse (as told by the rusty tractor toy)

They never come here anymore. I was left stranded in the yard waiting to be played with again. The child used to pretend that I could work and wasn’t just rusted over. My wheels had started to fall off over the course of my waiting. That one day where they all left in the dark car was my last glory. The last time my rusted tractor model ever was used. And now their gone and I’m waiting. Waiting for a return of the child that I was once owned by. And I’m waiting for an eternity for that car to return. And for the time that I will be played with and loved again. Not forgotten. The child didn’t want to leave me I’m certain. But the tall man taller than the child’s father was not happy and wanted them to enter the dark car. They were scared and resisted them. The child started to cry. And they were punished for such a small action. The man took of his dark glasses that went with his dark suit, whispered something to them and they entered. I knew exactly what was happening. My old masters. My first masters had this happen to them too. The man in the dark suit with the dark glasses in the dark car with MIB on the side. I knew what this meant. They wouldn’t return for many years, and when they did, they wouldn’t be right in the head. But I was still waiting to be played with. Even though I’m just a rusty tractor, I have dreams too. And having the child come back from MIB is one of them.