[tacticalogic]

The hay was baled from a pasture next to a lake, and there was some woodland nearby. He was probably there for the frog buffet. I grabbed the twine and hauled the bale up onto my knee to bounce it onto the wagon. About that time his head appeared from the the other end of the bale, and about 8" from my face. His mouth was open, and I swear those fangs were already dripping! The bale went completely over the wagon and about 3 layers of bales that were already on it, and I fell over backwards.

[2Trievers]

What an INCREDIBLE stroy! I'm glad you're still around to talk about it! The only coppers I see have usuauly turned tail and are retreating ... as am I! &;-)

[2Trievers]

stroy = story; usuauly = usually

The mental image of those dripping fangs, almost did me in ... YIKES! &;-)