No horsie, no fun.Kind of like my first hay ride. Having read about them in my mom’s old 1920’s kid’s books, I wasn’t prepared for rigid bales of itchy straw on a platform pulled by a noisy tractor. The farmer wasn’t going to waste real hay on a bunch of kids.
No horsie, no fun.Kind of like my first hay ride. Having read about them in my mom’s old 1920’s kid’s books, I wasn’t prepared for rigid bales of itchy straw on a platform pulled by a noisy tractor. The farmer wasn’t going to waste real hay on a bunch of kids.