I would rather be HAMMING!

  One Saturday afternoon as I sat on the farm tractor "dragging the field" the sky became overcast by some real low hanging dark clouds, and the nice cool air sure felt good, an improvement over the "hot as an oven" morning.  After about an hour of breaking up the cow droppings, enjoying the cool air, when I was in the furthest corner of the field, it began raining and I mean real hard, I headed for the corner of the field nearest the barn, as fast as the tractor could go.  After the 1/2 mile trip at 2 1/2 miles an hour, (I didn't want to take the time to open and close the two gates,) I jumped the fence, but because there is no muffler on the tractor (for the last 35 years) and the exhaust pipe points up, I had to run into the barn and find a one pound coffee can and dump the staples (or whatever) into a bucket and run out to jump over the fence to the tractor, where I threw the can over the pipe, turned the engine off, jumping the fence I ran into the house, where I met my wife in the kitchen, now what do you think she asked me? (she asked "did you get wet?") (C) 1997 Ronald M. Youvan [email protected]