It was a hot, steamy afternoon, and the hay bales needed to be taken in since a rain storm was on the way. The team of draught horses were sweating fiercely and the farmer pushed them to finish the job.
“I wish the good lord would find a way to favor us with a cool draft here in the field”, the farmer pleaded. “If we don’t get the hay in on time, we’ll be fined by the master.”
The Bag Lady 