It was a beautiful day in the rolling fields of Iowa, Farmer Roy was happily filling his planting machine with Corn seed and Diesel fuel. “This will be one good season” he said cheerfully to his son, who was kicking at the ground because his father took away his video games.

“Yea, sure”, he said bluntly.

“Come on and help me get the tractor started up” Roy said slightly less cheerful.

“I don’t want to!” Roy’s son cried angerly as he stormed off to the barn.

Roy shrugged and got in his tractor and started it up. The diesel engine coughed out a plume of smoke as its tired engine turned over. Roy put the tractor in gear and set of down the dusty dirt road to his fields. He tuned the ancient radio to his favorite country station and sat back as his tractor pulled big green planting machine behind him.

Meanwhile, In the seed tank in the planting machine, Jack the Corn seed was sitting dormant next to a million of his brothers. They rattled around and shook as the planting machine skipped over the rocky road. Finally Farmer Roy arrived at his fields. He got out of the tractor and started up the planting machine. Its small engine started easily when he pulled the starting cord. Jack and his millions of brothers were rattled by the engine idling against the metal frame of the planter. Roy got back in his tractor and started down the field. He opened the throttle of the small engine on the planter, increasing the speed of the blower.

Inside the seed tank, jack and his brothers were blown around and around, Smacking into each other. Roy pulled down a lever in the cab of the tractor and the seeds began flowing down into the soil below. Jack zoomed through the tubes and fell into the damp Iowa soil. The planting machine pushed the soil over him and continued on down the field. Here jack sat for weeks, till he finally woke up from his dormant state.

A tiny stem poked up through the soil weeks later. Small skinny roots spread out underneath him. A few weeks later his stem grew higher off the ground and his roots grew longer to soak up more of the water from the damp soil. After a month or so, Farmer Roy came back down the fields to check on the progress of his crop. All around him was a sea of tiny green corn plants poking up from the dusty soil. “Yep.” Roy said, looking at Jack. “ This will be one good season”.