Sunday, November 20, 2011

November 20: A childhood anecdote.

One day while I was babysitting my sister & brother we went on a hike.
In the backyard.
Hours flew by as we explored acres and acres of backwoods.
We finally got to the train tracks but it was fenced to protect the neighbors' dairy cows & random wild animals.
We turned back to go home because there was another forest on the other side. No one else normally came that far into the woods.
Thinking we were lost, after exploring a bit on our way home, we stopped to play in the largest mud pit we had ever seen.
It was piled high.
We just got right in there and played until the sun started to go down.
Mom asked us where we had gone, when we arrived home finally,
& we had no reasonable explanation.
So we just shared about the huge mud pile. She laughed and asked if that was what she could smell as she went out back to grab a hose. We found out from her that the farm on the south side was planning to fertilize their massive field & the trucks had not loaded up yet.
The mud was manure!!

So Fawned 30 Days Hath November


beth said...

bahahahaha! awesome. totally awesome. i love this story so much!

just sayin' said...

bahahahahah Love this!

BarefootButtercup said...

OH NO! ROFL! Oh that will be a memory to last a lifetime!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

This is a GREAT story!!! I laughed out loud!!!

Sheila said...

so funny! What a great story!