No good deed goes unpunished: Calamity in the haymow

It’s been a couple of years now, so I suppose I can finally oil my knitted eyebrows and the corners of my mouth to allow them to relax … so the scowl doesn’t become permanent.

What we can learn from Dorothy and the Tin Man: so all we had to do when the guy got there was load the bales. I hadn’t been in the haymow in some time; but I knew where the designated hay was and which door to toss it out of, so all was good. Until it wasn’t.

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It started out so innocently, as these things always do. Someone was going to come to get hay one afternoon. My husband was going to be gone, so he asked if I would help this guy when he got there by tossing the bales out of the haymow — thinking it’s good to try to prevent accidents with guests coming to the farm. He gave me the details for the exchange of bales and cash, and that was that.

By Karen Schwaller

I saw the bales my husband told me about, but out of my own curiosity I walked over to another area to see if there were any nicer-looking bales in that pile.

And that’s when it happened.

With no audible haunting music to warn me, I stepped around the pile to get a look from the back side, and with that first step to the right I found there was no floor underneath my

I went over to the barn a little early,