What a magnificent creature! I wonder why the farmer didn't want me to touch it? Hmmmm, it was asleep so what harm would there be?įinally, my curiousity got the best of me and I couldn't fight it any longer. But, I just couldn't stop thinking about that purple gorilla. Well, I was tired so I laid out my sleeping bag and 'hit the hay' (ha-ha) and the farmer went back to his house. We climbed the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek and then dropped the trapdoor closed - ker-thump! Then, he spread straw back over the trapdoor to hide it. He closed the oak door - creeeeeek - and slid the bolt in place - clunk. He closed the steel door - uumph, grunt - and lowered the crossbar - groooan.
He closed the glass door - swooosh - and spun the lock - click, click, click. Then, we made our way back to the surface. And, I thanked him for showing my his secret. Of course, I'm not going to touch a gigantic purple gorilla! And, so I promised him. Well, I thought that was about the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard. This is my purple gorilla and you've got to promise me, I mean really promise me, that you will NOT touch him!' The farmer said, 'This is what I needed to show you. It was gigantic! It was covered with purple fur! And, it was asleep. What I saw was the huge monster inside the cage. Past this door was a huge cage made of 3-inch round titanium bars. It had a combination lock and I watched as the farmer opened it - 12-23-7 - click, click, click and then swung the door open - swooooosh. The farmer lifted the crossbar - groooooooan - and struggled to pull the door open - uuumph, grunt - and we walked on.Ī few yards further on was a clear door made of bullet-proof glass 12 inches thick. The farmer pushed the bolt across - clunk - and pulled the door open - creeeeeeeeeek - and walked through.ĭown a narrow, dark tunnel we encountered a steel door with a solid crossbar holding it clossed. There I saw stairs heading down into the dark and I followed the farmer down the stairs - squeek, squeek, squeek, squeek.Īt the bottom of the stairs there was a large oak door with an iron bolt. He grabbed the iron ring on the door, and pulled it up - creeeeeeeeeeek. So, he tool me over to a pile of straw and pushed it out of the way, revealing a trap door in the floor. But, just as he was leaving, he said there was one thing he figured I should know about. It was a real nice barn and I was sure I'd get a good night's sleep. We had a nice dinner of beef, potatoes, and beans and then he showed me to the barn so I could lay out my sleeping bag on the straw. He even invited me to have dinner before turning in for the night. Now, you know how farmers are - always willing to help folks out and all - so he said that would be just fine.
So, I asked him if I could spend the night in his barn and maybe use his tools to fix my truck in the morning. Unfortunately, he didn't have a phone way out there. I knocked on the door and asked the farmer if I could use his phone to call for help. Luckily, there was a farm up ahead so I pulled in and stopped. One evening, I was driving home from a camping trip out in the mountains and it started sputtering which was a good sign it would soon stop running. I was constantly needing to repair it, but I couldn't afford anything better. When I was younger, I had an old pick-up that didn't run very well.
0 kommentar(er)
