Trevor the Tractor

Trevor looked out into the darkness,“BOO,” went Bert. “AAAAGH,” what was that shouted Trevor, “It’s only me.” said Bert.

“There’s nothing out there except a few rabbits and stars, look up there, there’s the Great Bear”.

“A BEAR.” shouted Trevor. “Where’s a bear, turn that light on.”

“Not out there,” said Bert “Up There.”

“What, a flying bear”, said Trevor shaking, “Turn that light on, oh, I don’t feel well.”

“Good heavens.” said Bert. “Not a flying bear.”

“You just said there was a flying bear out there. Oh, dear what am I doing here? Look at me, I’m all dirty and scratched. It’s pitch black and all I’ve got to protect me from a great flying bear, is a rusty old bulldozer who’s completely raving mad. Oooh, I don’t feel well turn that light on.”

 Bert gave up trying to explain about the stars,

“Try and go to sleep and I’ll explain all in the morning.” said Bert

“I’ll try,” said Trevor.

“And stop calling me Trev.”