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Prompt:
Before that every morning and day prior to its existence had seemed like a drag-a dull composition of mealtimes and farmyard chores, along with Rose's earnest attempts to stay as distant to her new parents as possible. The reticent orphan would shuffle about wordlessly, face shielded by a sweep of bangs as she tended to the chickens or weeded the garden bed. Perhaps she might amble into the kitchen for a few meagre bites of porridge-and then vanish promptly. And that was how it went for a stretch of about two or three years. Mr and Mrs. Jones strained to form a connection with the young girl, but Mrs Jones, fed up with the mumbled responses (if there were any) and glances cast in the other direction quickly saw the disparity between Rose and the apple-cheeked, convival daughter she would have preferred to raise.
Hence it was a surprise to Mr Jones to see Rose beginning to emerge in the bleak dawn more frequently since he bought the tractor. That rusted, ugly contraption redolent of old cheese and smoke. What caused it to have such appeal that Rose would feel such a strong connection to it? Of course, the girl was highly unlikely to elucidate on it, however hearing the put-put-put of the engine in the quiescent early morning and his adopted daughter's soft mumbles grow louder and brighter as they conversed tractor maintenance filled Mr Jones with a growing spirited demeanour as the days went on.
It was an added bonus, too, to see the girl's pallid, bored countenance immediately brighten over time as she trailed up and down the rolling hills in the little tractor, her bare feet trailing against the alfalfa.
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