Inside the big white farmhouse, 6-year-old Timmy Fuhrmann squirms on the carpet as his mom teaches him phonics.
“Ned, Ted, red…” he recites from chalkboard, following his mother’s lead.
When it’s his sister’s turn, Timmy glances out the window. “The tractor,” a red sitting lawn mower, sits idle in the driveway. Up the hill, his older brothers and sisters are clearing dead tree branches from the cow pasture, and piling them up for a bonfire.
As the lesson winds down, Timmy can barely contain himself.
“Can I go and drive the tractor now?” he blurts out.