noisebeast

           Once upon a happenstance, there was a large feathered tractor. It was a glorious tractor, tending to the fields toilfully, and it never made spelling errors. Its plume would float and dance in the wind, like a fairy after it gives you some hearts back. The fields were tilled flawlessly, and harvests abounded season after season (except in winter, unless you count snowmen. Which you don't. Racist.) And whenever the tractor needed an oil change, magical furry elves, known as hsawlings, would climb into the tailpipe and make their tune-ups accordingly.        But one day, the hsawling union faced a series of budget cuts. Many leaf d