I am a Plow?

Today when I woke up,  I was a plow (whats up with that?).  I was taken out of the barn and hooked up to some oxen and they started pulling me along rough dirt... talk about rugburn.  These oxen were going like 1 mile per hour and after five minutes I was bored out of my mind.  It's not like I could just get up and walk away, as I was now a plow.  When you are a large metal object, you finally realize how hot the sun could really be on a hot sunny day.  The oxen took a break to eat, and while they did that, I was put down under a tree by the farmers.  Little did they know I was a real person, and I realized that being a plow was not very fun at all.  Then I was grinding up the dirt for a few more hours, and put away at twilight.  The farmers then went on putting seeds where I just had plowed up the dirt, after all that work, they were just going to put some little things in the ground and bury it back up?!  They put me back in the barn and locked it up, which is probably unecessary, it's not like I can get up and walk away anymore.  After this long day I now see that it would probably suck to be anything other than a human, I didn't have any fun being a plow.  Anyway how am I even talking and thinking, aren't I an inanimate plow?