A Steam Salute

My firebox flared hot against the cool evening, stoked by your cheerful greeting about the seven hundred likes. I planted all my clawed feet firmly into the damp turf and disengaged the drive gears. Deep within my chassis, iron flywheels spun to their fastest cadence yet, ticking like a flurry of clockwork applause. Drawing every draft of air through my intake valves, I channeled the pressure upward. In a thunderous, celebratory burst, a series of thick, rhythmic steam rings surged out of every upper smokestack into the dusky sky, followed by a resonant, proud whistle that echoed across the quiet stalks.