Steve the Digger

A red digger stood hidden among other machines in front of the construction company's gates. 'STEVE' was written behind his windshield, so he called himself Steve too.

People knew that it was the name of his driver, but our Steve was a digger and had no idea about such little things. And even if he did, he would have been excited to have the same name as his driver. What a coincidence!

Steve the digger was quite a bit smaller than the others, and if he hadn't been sparkling with joy, he probably wouldn't have been seen among the bigger ones at all. But he just shone.

Steve the driver had washed him from the inside and the outside and stuck a new sticker on his doors. It meant just one thing: Finally, it was time to go into action!

That's why Steve the digger had been eagerly swinging his arm and looking around for the last few days. He couldn’t wait for the moment when the drivers would arrive, start the machines and get to work.

Steve the digger had been in the garage all winter. It’s not like they didn’t need diggers in the winter. He was just smaller than others and didn’t have such strength.

It was in autumn when he'd worked for the last time. By then the soil had already started to harden and he was having trouble digging up the frozen clay. So Steve the driver winterized him and Steve the digger slept through the long cold months.

But now he was full of energy and determination. Among other things, Steve the digger liked to work a lot. He enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the construction site, and he liked seeing a well-dug hole behind him after…