Farm Boy insisted that the kids return to their horse play as he continued on his way, cautiously, out to the woods. After a brief eternity, Farm Boy found himself at the edge of the woods. They stood there, leafless and without indication. Almost as if to play coy. Farm Boy teetered on the brink of doubt. Leaning only on the similar reaction of his kids to secure his sanity. Still alarmed at the commotion but eased slightly at the lack of evidence of impact, he pushed a bit further into the woods. Woods, that by this point, where alive with the sound of nature and blissfully unchallenged by the event. Baffled and unsettled, Farm Boy made his way back to the edge of the woods. however, from this view, looking down on the farm, the cause for alarm violently returned. The victim of the crash was not a stranger. It was not even someone else! it was he Farm Boy! Nor was the perpetrator of the crash a car but rather a 35 foot tree. Juat three hundred feet from where Farm Boy stood was the fractured and decimated, rotten stump of the now shattered giant. Yet the cause for concern was not the tree, but rather the barn that stood just three hundred and thirty six feet from where Farm Boy stood. Blinded by panic, Farm Boy darted toward the barn. Arriving at the crash site just seconds after his discovery… There it lay thirty five feet of barn killing tree all of one foot shy of the barn wall. First, relief washed over Farm Boy, then dizzy nausea as the adrenalin began to wear off.
Still standing and intact was the cattle barn and even firmer intact was Farm Boys resolve to acquire a chain saw come sunrise, Monday morning! Fire wood anyone?