Old Tractor sat in the dusty shed, rust on his wheels and cobwebs on his nose. "Hmph," he grumbled. "Spring is overrated."

A little lamb with curly wool skipped into the shed. "Wake up, Tractor! The sun is gold today."

Tractor sighed a rusty sigh. "Go away. I'm too tired for sunshine." But the lamb nudged his bumper.

"Feel the breeze," whispered the lamb, and a warm wind blew through the shed. Tractor's engine gave a tiny putter.

The lamb frolicked in a patch of daffodils. "Come see!" Tractor's wheels creaked, then rolled. He drove out into the bright morning.

"The sun is warm," Tractor rumbled happily. "And the lambs are kind. Maybe spring is worth the wake-up after all."