A tough-as-nails Landenberg friend of mine was wincing a bit at the gym yesterday and moving her arm gingerly, so I asked her what was wrong. She said she had carried a bale of hay 100 feet down her steep icy driveway to feed the horses. Normally she uses her pickup truck, but the driveway was so slippery she feared the truck would be uncontrollable.
Why, I asked, didn't she just give the bale a push and let it slide down the driveway?
"I didn't want to mess up the hay," she confessed with a laugh.
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