A beast in a mouse trap

We hear it approaching from a distance. The tractor should be here in no time.

The guys have been waiting since 10.

They sit around a tree, talk amongst themselves and finish water bottles in a hurry.

Life goes on.

Deputy V springs to a sudden alarm. The ropes and measuring tapes are still in Rabbit’s trunk. They might need those things to keep a track of their layout. He makes a run for it.

Deputy R masks his face with a handkerchief. He looks quite feisty.
Deputy D sits down with a tweezer and plucks dry thorns off her pants. She wants none of that shit on her. Why would she?
Deputy N is confused. He looks like he wants to work real hard but doesn't quite know what he is supposed to do. Kaptaan asks him to take stock pictures of the adjoining hillock. The top of it will later adorn an installation of the festival logo.

The tractor arrives.
Sheriff jumps on. He looks like he owns it.

Kaptaan isn't very impressed with the size of the machine. The idea is to clear and level most flat lands leading to the dunes. This one looks too puny to take on such responsibility.
They still give it a shot, though.

It heads straight into the flat lands. A young boy of 18 drives it. Deputy S is also assigned a spot. He is asked to direct the boy to the right areas, which he doesn't do much of. He just sits there and holds on for dear life.
I presume it isn't as enjoyable a ride as it looks.

Meanwhile, the tractor shivers and trembles across the land. It doesn't do shit. In fact, it gets stuck more often than not, like a beast caught in a mouse trap. Every now and then, it chokes and breaks down. The guys figure it won’t probably work out. Kaptaan himself looks a bit freaked out.

This was supposed to be just a day’s job. Someone suggest a JCB. Everyone concurs.

The tractor is shifted to another bed of flat land, one that looks easiest to level. The contraption fails even that lowly test. It is stuck. Now it’s not. Now it is.

I haven't had so much fun in years.