Part of a children's story.

Once upon a time there lived a man who loved anything mechanical, and so he went round all the sales buying tractors with trailers, diggers that were almost worn out, a truck with only a cab, and lots of small things which often did not work. After buying these things he locked them all up in a large shed and never bothered with them anymore, always too busy buying the next thing that took his fancy.
"I'm fed up with this, I never get used now. In the old days I was useful to my owner digging up holes and carting the dirt away," one digger moaned.
"I know what you mean, just because we are old doesn't mean we are no good," the red tractor answered, feeling miserable.
The truck suddenly had an idea. "Why don't we break out of here when its dark and escape?" he suggested.
"How can we do that?" the binder asked, not very interested because he took so many naps.
"I'll tell you how. I am nearest the door, if you all give me a shove I can break it down," the truck answered.
"But how can we move far without petrol to fill our engines?" the green tractor inquired, always one to think up what next.
"No problem, there is that tank in the yard, we can fill up from that."
So once it was dark they put their plan into action. "Push, can't you, we are getting nowhere with such a feeble effort," the truck scolded.
So the two diggers made an extra special effort and to their delight the door crashed open and they were free. Just then the moon came out and by its light they filled their tanks. Then in single file they drove through the open farm gate and took off down the road.
They all managed to climb a hill and when they went down the other side they all shouted out, "Wheeee!" But then they came to deep water running across the road and had to stop.
"Can't get through there, it's too deep," the red tractor said, and the green tractor wiggled his wheels in agreement.
"There must be a way," the digger said, not wishing to go  back to that old dusty shed.
"We will have to wait until morning," the truck advised, "I don't know about you others but I am going to take a nap, goodnight all." And soon all that could be heard was the sound of loud snoring.
Augustine Nash.