Arlo lived on a really big farm. While Rick and Bruno were spending the week vacation by the pool sunning themselves, Arlo was up early every morning. He'd fuel up the tractor, and drive it for 8-10 hours.
Chad now knew what hell was like. He would stand for hours in the muck as it slowly dried and hardened on him until Arlo came and started the tractor up. Then for the next hours and minutes Chad's body would spin burying him in the muck for seconds, then emerging into the air, before plunging face first into more muck, then coming up into the air for seconds, and plunging back into the muck again. It was dizzying. Chad thought it was like being trapped on a tilt a whirl at the carnival for 24 hours. But the hours dragged into days, then weeks.
Whenever Chad began to forget he was human, Arlo would painfully remind him. Like today, after plowing around 20 acres, he climbed down from the tractor, and pissed on the tire that Chad had become. This wasn't the reminder, he stopped and took a piss on his tractor tire 2 or 3 times while plowing the fields.
The reminder was Arlo kicking the tire, and saying, "How's it hanging, Chad? You still with us?" Then he kicked the blue rubber tire with his boot. He continued as he struck a match across Chad's tread to ignite his cigarette. "Ya know, they called to say the new tires came in for the tractor." He took a long drag on his cigarette. Then he exhaled, "S'pose, I could change you back like I said I would. Still it'd be easier to leave you a tire. I could use you as a planter, or hang you from a tree. Folks love a giant tire swing." He took another drag, "of course, I could change you into something else. Been planning a vacation to Surf City, and I'll need a wet suit. Now that would be a step up from tractor tire for you. But don't have much call for a wetsuit on the farm. Maybe waders for fishing? Or after vacation, you could be turned into a puppy. The current dog is 15, so I need a younger one soon."