I've been farming sheep on a hillside for 54 years. I use a small tractor to get about. My dog Don always sits beside me in the passenger seat.
One morning I1a lost lamb when I was in the top field，near where a motorway cuts through my land. The lamb had become separated from its 2, so I jumped out of the tractor to 3 it while Don stayed in his seat.
Lamb and mother 4, I turned back to the tractor only to see it move suddenly away from me. This was so 5 because I had put the handbrake on when I jumped out. 6 Don had somehow made the 7 move.
My heart froze in my chest as I 8 the tractor heading towards the9. I ran desperately but failed to 10. It crashed through a wooden fence and disappeared. The11 thing I saw was Don's face, looking calmly back at me.
Heart in mouth, I12 the fence and looked over. The tractor was 13 against the crash barrier in the central reservation, having miraculously (奇迹般地) crossed the 14 road with fastflowing traffic. I couldn't see Don, but as I 15 the tractor he jumped out onto the road, apparently 16, and dashed back to me.
The police 17 and the motorway ran normally again. I couldn't quite believe my 18—it turned out no one got badly hurt, but the outcome could have been 19. Don was given a special 20that night — I didn't want him thinking I was angry with him.
