Billy was obsessed with tractors.

Billy was obsessed with tractors. He grew up on a farm and ever since the very first moment he laid eyes on a tractor he thought they were the most beautiful things he'd ever seen. His parents would take him for rides through the fields on their tractor and started buying him toy tractors to play with. As he grew up he drew pictures of tractors all the time, and collected photos of rare tractors to put up in his bedroom. He bought tractor magazines and joined the Tractor Fanclub, and spent any spare pocket money on building model tractors. He was the biggest fan of tractors the world had ever seen.

His parents worried a little as his obsession grew, but it didn't seem to be harming anyone so they let it run its course. "He'll grow out of it in a year or two" they told each other. But he didn't, and soon he had started school.

Billy was a gifted kid, but it soon became obvious that his obsession with tractors was making it hard for him to make friends. The few kids that tried to hang out with him got bored of talking about tractors and it seemed like Billy talked of little else. Billy grew lonely and started to realise that his love of tractors might be better hidden from the world.

So when Billy started High School he thought of it as a fresh new start. He tried his best to keep his tractor love hidden from his school mates and only indulged in his obsessive tractor fandom at home or reading tractor magazines in the school toilets. He got great marks and seemed especially gifted at mechanical subjects and agriculture, his knowledge of tractors and how they worked held him in good stead. In fact Billy became quite popular, and made a lot of good friends, and he hardly talked about tractors with them at all.

At the beginning of 10th grade Billy fell in love with a girl called Monica. Monica had beautiful dark brown hair and round braces that almost looked like little tractor wheels. Billy and Monica started holding hands and school, and then kissing occasionally between classes, and eventually Billy asked her to come over to his parents farm and meet his family.

So Monica came round one afternoon after school and met Billy's lovely parents and had a lot of fun roaming around the farm. Billy could not have been happier and all was going well unitl Monica asked Billy to see his room. "I don't think that's a good idea" said Billy, but Monica only laughed and would not be swayed, and playfully she ran past Billy up the hall to his bedroom door and opened it.

As the door creaked open Monica let out a horrible scream and after recoiling for a moment ran out of the house and all the way home. Inside the room was a vision of a madman. Tractors EVERYWHERE! From posters of tractors on every piece of wall to tractor quilts to thousands of model tractors on every available surface, the room was too much for Monica to deal with. She was absolutely freaked out.

Billy was distraught. He cried and cried and cursed his love of tractors. He flew into a rage, realising that his obsession with tractors had to stop. He pulled down the tractor posters, and broke apart his tractor shaped bed. He piled them outside with his tractor toys and models, his tractor magazines and books, his Tractor Fanclub membership card and his used tractor parts. He flew around the room gathering up every last tractor related item until the room was nearly bare and then when it was all on the huge pile outside he lit it all on fire. His parents came out and put a hand on his shoulder as he watched it burn, they knew it was good for him.

Billy went back to school, and although Monica would not talk to him, he was able to move on with his life. He soon graduated and went to college, deciding to study Finance, about as un-tractor like a subject as possible. Still sometimes he daydreamed and had to force himself not to draw tractors absentmindedly in the margins of his books.

It worked. By his second year of college Billy was entirely normal, and had even met a wonderful girl called Chloe. He had met Chloe through his new best friend Steve who was training to be a chef, and soon Billy and Chloe were dating.

Billy and Chloe would go on double dates with Steve and his girlfriend Alison, and eventually started going travelling too. They were very much in love. In fact they were so in love that 6 months later, after returning from a trip to Japan, Billy proposed to Chloe at the new restaurant Steve had just opened. And like that they were engaged to be married.

Chloe came from a wealthy family, and as soon as her parents heard the news they insisted on a huge white wedding. They hired a beautiful white painted hall, and Chloe's mum became involved in picking every single thing for the wedding, from white tablecloths to a huge, towering white cake. And of course, most important, a beautiful flowing white wedding dress.

Billy's parents were a little overwhelmed by the excess, being used to their humble farm. But Billy was a wonderful son and kept them looked after during the long preparations and rehearsals. Steve's restaurant was being very successful so Billy got him to cater the wedding feast and before anyone knew it the day of the wedding was upon them.

There was a huge hustle and bustle of frantic activity on the morning of the special day, and all seemed to be going perfectly. Unfortunately, Steve's girlfriend Alison had chosen that morning to break up with him, and he was distraught. And yet he knew he must pull it together if he was to cook the feast for his best friend's wedding. But he was in such a bad way that he started drinking from the cooking sherry and had soon drunk enough that he passed out in the kitchen. But the stovetop had been left on and soon all the food was burning, and a fire started blazing.

It was only an hour out from the wedding and everyone was so busy with their wedding tasks that it took them some minutes to notice. But with a shout from a groomsman everyone saw the fire and rushed to save Steve from inside the kitchen. Smoke and ash billowed out through the door and into the hall. Billy and his friends quickly managed to put out the fire but when the danger was gone Billy walked out into a hall that had become a disaster zone. Soot covered all the beautiful white tablecloths, and the hall was full of smoke. Chloe's mum was in hysterics, screaming that the wedding was ruined and Chloe herself, the beautiful bride, was crying uncontrollably in a beautiful white wedding dress covered in ash. Billy looked around the hall and knew he had to do something.

"I can fix this!" he yelled. Everyone stopped their shouting and watched as Billy, the soon to be groom, strode over and opened the biggest window. 'There's only one thing for it' he thought to himself.

He opened his mouth as wide as it could go and started sucking up all the smoke. Wooosh, it was sucked into his lungs, and he went to the window and blew it all back out into the world. Again and again, Wooooosh, Billy sucked up all the smoke and the soot from the perfectly white tablecloths. Woooosh, he sucked up the ash from on the cake and all the smoke left in the hall and blew it out into the air out the window. Finally, as the rest of the wedding party looked on incredulously, mouths agape, he went over to his Chloe and wooooosh sucked up all the ash from her wedding dress.

After one final trip to the window to blow the last smoke and soot out into the outside air Billy turned to see the hall sparkling and white. The wedding was saved! But the wedding party were astonished. Chloe's mum was looking faint and his parents were astounded by their son. But Billy only had eyes for his future wife and he walked over to where she was standing with a very confused look on her face.

"Billy, how the hell did you do that?" she asked, shocked.

Billy got down on one knee, and looking up as his love he said "Chloe, there's something about me you should know. I'm an extractor fan."