It was another beautiful day on the farm.
I was out digging a ditch with the boys, when this car
slowly sputtered to a stop on the road. It was one of those fancy ones from Europe,
with no storage space. Out of it came a couple, all fancy looking, the man
yelling into one of those new fangled ‘smarty-phones’ and her looking browner
than my old work horse Honey, complaining about the heat and the flies. I told
the boys to dig a lot deeper as I fetched my rifle.
Like I said, another beautiful day on the farm.
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