“Hey, Elbert, watch this.” Dale whispered.
“What did you do this time?” Elbert inquired.
“Shhh, he’ll hear us.” Dale admonished.
Thomas was in a good mood. He was whistling when he walked into the barn. Until he stepped in the big glop of cow manure.
“Damnit!” he muttered, hopping on one foot toward the grass to clean his boot.
“Wait a minute,” he said, looking at the cows in the paddock behind the latched gate. “How the hell?” he continued, after cleaning his boot and walking over to make sure the latch was still secure.
He only had two cows in the small paddock. Since it wasn’t very big, he decided to check the fence for problems. After walking around the entire thing, and finding no breaks in the fence, he headed back into the barn, mumbling, “I just don’t get it. It’s not like the cows grew arms and opened the latch.”
“Actually I did,” Dale stated.
Thomas poked his head out the barn door. Great, now I’m hearing things too, he thought, after assuring himself that no one was there.
With a shrug, he turned back inside. Once he had the tool he’d came for, he made his way back to the house.
Dale was laughing so hard, milk was squirting from his utters. Elbert jumped when some hit him on the leg.
“Hey, watch it,” he snapped.
“Sorry, man, but that was great.”
“He’s going to figure it out one day and you’ll be sorry,” Elbert admonished.
“Nah, they never figure anything out,” Dale replied with a smirk. “They’re still trying to find the people of Roanoke.”