I had a ride in the harvester. Matt was driving. It was like I was a little man helping an evil villain to drive his evil instrument of torture (for wheat). Inside the harvester it was like being in a computer room. There were lots of buttons and levers and computer screens which told the driver how many times the big comb had turned. The small seat that I sat in was a massage seat - I was so relaxed I barely knew I was there. I was day dreaming about being on a tropical island, being massaged by lots of natives and being fed with delicious fruit. The cabin was completely sound-proof so it was easy to day dream.
The wheat made a lot of dust.
The next day we drove in a truck full of wheat to Gladstone. We drove over a drain-like hole and let the wheat out using a screw-like elevator (an auger) the grain was carried up to the top of the bunker.
Joke time …
Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Thank
Thank who?
Thank you!
ken mccarthy
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excellent